wash pulls the recording cylinder out of the console.
int. black room. inner hall - moments later
mal comes close. nothing. he starts to move away again and the lovebot turns her head, her eyes focusing with an audible whir. she speaks with surprisingly realistic expressiveness, and a warped, computery version of mr universe's voice.
i am. the operative raises his gun -- but mal is the quickdraw master, shoots the gun out of the operative's hand and gets two hits to the chest before he makes it to cover.