At first, Inara had debated on whether or not to actually pour herself a drink or not, but when Mal brought up the crew right off the bat, her decision was made for her. She poured a small amount of the whiskey into the empty glass and took a sip.
She bit her lower lip, trying to think of the most delicate way to say what needed to be said, but nothing was coming to her. There really was no delicate way. Inwardly, she cursed her training for not being able to help her more in this situation. "The crew... they're not all okay, Mal. Wash and Shepherd Book..." She paused and drew in a deep breath to steady herself. "They're gone, Mal."