"Huh." He said at her reply about going for milk. It was a bit all too simple and easy for him. After all, he only had just buried his pilot and had the tar beat out of him by the Operative. His left eye still felt funny, too.
"'Bout the same, actually. Only... from a different time period. 'Bout five hundred years of time difference. Milk's still the same though." He said with a grin. "'T'name's Mal. Nice to meet you."