"Just a scratch. Nothin I can't deal with." Wiping his hand off on his pants he managed to his feet and glanced back to Serenity, "I'd rather not have 'em either but I ain't as good a pilot as most. Well, at least not as good as.." His words died off slightly as a frown started across his face. All the red Reaver paint had been removed, the uglies put on his girl were gone as well. Just a hollow shell now that his remaining crew were gone. Why they hadn't woke him was beyond his space of thought for the moment.

When the blond woman gave her name his eyes flickered back to her, a wry little grin crossing his face. "Nice t' meet you, Dinah. I'm Mal."