Mal hadn't been expecting anyone. Least of all that Senator to come walking in the door and offer him help. If it'd been Jacen, there would have been snide remarks and sarcastic quips about living on planet. But she was offering to help, and Mal was confused. "No insult?" Maybe Jacen hadn't gotten to her yet. Jacen wasn't entirely bad, he'd provided some decent entertainment with his law breaking book, and his commentary. But still, he was government. Mal wasn't sure he could ever trust a politician. Plus Jacen didn't seem like he was in a big rush to be best friends forever anyway. So why should he try? Or was he? Mal got mixed signals. He wasn't very good being social with people. He didn't get along with the common criminal, and he didn't get along with most people. But he was a good enough guy. He had his morals.
After a few more glares in the can of soups direction, he finally gave it a defeated sigh and handed it over. "Fine. But this don't leave the room." He slurred in his back planet pattern of speech. Mal was a man of pride and to have to hand over even a can of soup made him cringe with annoyance. But he couldn't figure out earth food. Just like gravity loving dirt bound civilians he would never understand how they did it. How did they deal with their feet plastered to this rock? With all the demons and uncomfortable living quarters. Sure they had more freedom then there was in space. They could go outside without the lack of oxygen sucking their faces off, but they had to abide by the governments law.
Mal wasn't on board with that. After the Battle for Serenity he doubted he ever could be again. His government had left him for dead after he thought they were coming to the rescue. They were abandoned, and he hadn't ever gotten over it. It'd changed him for better and worse. "You're the senator.." His voice lifted as though in question, but it wasn't really. It was much more of a statement in bewilderment as the last he'd heard senators weren't exactly the friendly soup can opening types. They had people to do it for them. And more people ontop of that.
But there she was, looking at him. Not down on him, and it made him a little suspicious. "I'm not sharing you know." Much like an annoyed six year old who wasn't getting his way, he responded. But there was more to it then that. If the government wanted something back from him, it was his way of saying: out of the question.