Sorry. He's starting to get crabby.
[Mal has no idea how to answer that, so he grunts and takes another bite of his pizza, slowly masticating it as he tries to decide if it's worth changing the subject or just leaving. Finally, he decides it's time to go. His pizza's mostly gone anyway.]
Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your pizza. And any other pie you end up eating. I should go... uh... talk to some other people...