The paper under Mal's hands on the desk crinkle when his fingers curl, and Mal steps closer to Will.

He doesn't see the statue Will moved by the trunk until he's already tripped over it.

The pile of cloths has stopped snoring, but he's rolling over now, and the mutter of Chinese at the noise in the room is raised to a shout.

"[Intruders!]"

Weakly: "It's Sao Feng's uncle."