Mal snorts and shakes his head. He looks around for a shirt to pull on and grabs his communicator off the bedside table. He looks at it a moment, miffed at how it'll even fit in his ear before dropping it into his pocket. He's done trying to talk now. It's clear Inara doesn't understand him, so he'll just communicate in charades, which, at the moment, involved him holding the door open and gesturing for her to step out.