"Oh, believe me, there are a lot of things I'm not getting, to make up for it!" Jack says dryly, though honestly? Right at the moment, he's pretty damn happy to be here.
He's silent a moment, looking Mal over, because he's a little uneasy about how interested Mal seems to be in his gun. "So, Captain Malcolm Reynolds... made any good friends here? Or any enemies?" Little bit more pointed on that last one.