"Those are the family who stick out in everyone's minds, huh." He still looks a little poleaxed but at least he's stopped absently tugging the vender's fabrics to tap the ashes from his smoke to the ground. "It's good you have that sort of relationship with her; I know some of the guys back home from bigger families didn't really get close to their siblings."

Mal is doing that thing inside his head where he mentally compartmentalizes whatever outrageous thing someone here has told him into a box that better fits his world view. Large families are normal ergo he will just forget her fifty billion siblings except as a little, inconsequential, detail.

"You want that fabric? It's kinda cheap-looking but maybe you could do something with it." It's not cheap-looking and Mal knows it but hey, play along. "I'm sure we saw better stuff a few stalls back if this guy wants a ridiculous price."