This is just what I've done so far today, felt like keepin y'all in the loop. I'll add more to it later tonight or tomorrow. Oh and I've used mandarin, hoping to make my fellow browncoats proud. :)

Enjoy.

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Mal: Alright quit your gawkin, job's only half done. (He releases all of the locks and opens the box. Inside, one half of the box is packed tight with fuel units, rations, and a few common replacement parts. The other side of the box is another box. Made out of the same material as the bigger box, it's showing small signs of rust in places.) Wash, Kaylee, get what you need outta the bigger box, get the small one stored away and get us off this creepy rock and back in the right 'verse. Zoe, get on the cortex and wave our good friends on the moon, make sure that accelerator hasn't moved or shut down, then wave Red and let him know we got the cargo. (crosses through group) Doc, you better follow me into the infirmary. (Continues towards infirmary with Simon on his heals, turns.) No one goes outside. Jayne?

Jayne: (catching up to them) I do something wrong, Mal?

Mal: No, I did. Doc? How much you know about deteriorating planets?

Simon: I never was much good at earth science, if that's what you're asking. Why, what's wrong?

Mal: (sits on med bed) Our friend Red forgot to remind us that everything on this planet is very very angry and doesn't take nicely to humans. (takes off his boot and reveals what appears to be a nasty burn.) Snow's acidic.

Simon: (to Jayne) Go to your bunk and check yourself for burns.

Jayne: I don't feel particularly warm anywhere, doc.

Mal: Do as the man says, Jayne. This here is some pretty evil snow. You won't feel it so much as ... smell it.

Simon: Be careful not to let the outside of your clothes come in contact with your skin. Put them in here when you're done. (Hands him orange bag. Jayne leaves.) I'm going to have to mix something to deactivate the cells that are devouring your leg. (Moves about mixing things together)

Mal: Fast would be appreciated. I think I'm seeing bone.

Simon: Actually what you're seeing are your skin and fat cells getting liquidated.

Mal: Shiny.

Simon: (Sucks up liquid mixture into a big syringe, (no needle). Kneels by Mal's leg, puts bedpan on the floor beneath it and douses it with liquid. )

Mal's leg lets off a huge cloud of steam.

Mal: Cao ni zu zong shi ba dai! Shen jing bing! What have you done to my leg??

Simon:(Stammering,) I uh... um...(Smoke clears, he smiles.) Fixed it.

Mal: (looking at his leg) Oh. Well, good job then.