There was a part of her, a big part that wanted to retort that she was hardly a good person herself. Even without her alternate personality. The war, all the fighting, everything. It was impossible to really be a good person there. Apart from Peter. He seemed to manage.
Still, she moved towards Mal, wanting to ease how flustered he was. She placed her hands on his shoulders.
"You're a good man Mal. Seen enough assholes to know them when I see them." She nodded, more to herself than to him. "Friends then." She didn't have enough of those that she could dismiss one over something like this. She reached up and placed a brief peck of a kiss on his cheek. "Friends is good."