Late... about ten minutes in
[There's the sound of a whinny and horse hooves as well as someone swearing in Mandarin. A few minutes later, Mal stalks in, glowering.]
I don't run from my issues. I jus' wanted to take a ride. Damn bots is quick.
[He casts another glare at the bots guarding the door and sits in a chair, arms crossed and looking very untalkative.]