Mal lost about a year of his life and jumped when Abs let out with that yip, backed off then almost fell. He did lose control of the stack of dvds, tried to juggled them but failed. Totally surprised in a what the hell kind of way, he abandoned the movies in lieu of the damsel in distress.
"Whoa," he said, his hands held up in a peace gesture. "Okay, these kinds of things are usually my gig, but yeah. I'm fine." His brows lifted. "What about you?"