"The Jaime?" Kaylee asked, her eyes sparkling. "Oh it's shiny to meet you! Just met Dug the other day, ain't he a sweetie?" She started to move towards the girl, in order to have a better conversation. "Dug's the dog," she clarified for Mal, over her shoulder.
"Right. Course. Shiny," Mal said. Talking dogs. Made perfect sense. Just pretend to throw a ball if he got annoying...
"M'Kaylee," she added for Jaime's benefit. "This here's Mal. He just got here and he's a bit out o'sorts. Were from Earth-That-Will-Be," she grinned a bit at that - she and River had come up with it a few days earlier. "'bout 500 some years from now or so, by River's calculations."
Mal blinked, turned to Kaylee, turned back to Jaime and blinked again. He really couldn't understand why more people weren't freaking out about this.
"S'hot out," he observed, because at least he understood that.