"Don't tell me you've caught Crazy, Simon." Mal's voice questioned with a hint of smug and something else. Probably annoyance, but it was a little indecipherable. The Captain was trying to remain neutral in the complex, his arrival had been bumpy enough. He didn't need to draw more attention and make things even less smooth like. Though standing in that kitchen with Simon Tam he frowned. "Why is it whenever I get around you and your sister, I get this horrible sinking. Like things ain't gonna go so smoothly. " Not as if they were fair now, but whenever his crew got into the picture things just had a way of getting sticker. Especially when it came to Simon and River. At least they didn't have to worry about the Alliance coming down on them, but that brought another worry to mind. Survival. The only thing Mal really knew was smuggling to get by.
With that Sith guy catching on it was going to be a little harder. So he was trying to figure a way around it when he walked into the kitchen and found Simon talking to his food. "What..is that?" Mal was used to cooking. "You've never cooked a meal in your life have you?" He questioned with his lips curving upwards into a mocking smirk.