Simons fists clenched fighting the urge to punch the infuriating man right in the face. Part of his anger stemmed from the fact that deep down he felt that Mal was right. He had been unable to keep Ricer safe and now she was in the hands of a Master he didn't trust not to use her. He had failed and had felt he had broken his promise to her.
"I have no more money to give you Captain Reynolds. I already gave you everything I had." He snapped in annoyance as he moved to continue stocking the bar. "As for your business there's no one here that would be interested in your type of work. Maybe you should look in a biker bar or strip club."