Ever-so-slightly drunk, Mal needed the help to get to his feet. Once steady, he gave his torso a light pat down, as if to reassure himself that he was all there. Bending over, he retrieved the now-less-full bottle from where it had fallen.
"You scared me, too, but I didn't scream like the Reavers were after me," he pointed out, rubbing the opening in the bottle clean with his shirtsleeve. He took a drink, then held it out to the girl before taking it back real quick. "How old are you? They made it real clear that anyone under 18 wasn't to do anything that kids've been doin since the beginnin of time."