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"Pirates? That's somewhat harsh," Mal said as Jayne and Zoë hauled another crate onto Serenity. "Smugglers, yes. Free traders, perhaps. Privateers?"
"No, privateers would be working for the Alliance and robbing on their behalf," Simon said, not looking up from the clipboard. He pointed. "That crate has medicine, take that next."
The handcuffed captain of the vessel snarled at Mal. "Thieves, then."
"You stole this stuff first, we're just stealing it back for the good folks you stole it from. Just like…Doc?"
"Robin Hood," Simon supplied. "I'm not sure he took commission though."
"Man's gotta eat."
Simon couldn't disagree.