[Mal is doing something... almost healthy today. Well, not so much the drinking. A bottle of whiskey is his constant companion. But he holds a plant in his other arm, and there's clearly gardening supplies in a bag slung over his shoulder. He'd gone out early hoping no one would notice him. Of course, someone could run into him while he's making his way to sector 5.
Or they could find him in sector 5 at the memorial gardens, planting said piece of greenery, putting down a small earring, and building a little pile of stones over it. After doing that, he'll just sit and drink, staring at the small memorial.
Or possibly they'll find him afterwards... in a dark corner of the museum where he hopes the bots will just leave him the fuck alone. They won't of course.]