Mal would always treat his crew like his crew. Even without Serenity around. He wasn't about to lose them to Earth as he had his ship. That could either be dangerous or heroic on his end. If it came down to it he'd stare Lucifer straight in his beady eyes before he let him bring any harm to them. He still considered them his and he always would. Earth wouldn't change that even if they moved on and had lives of their own on it.
"Well you know, without the potential death breathin down our necks. Oh. Wait. Nevermind. Maybe it is closer to home then I initially thought." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and took a drink of much needed whisky. "Yeah steady that's all this rock is ain't it." Mal was miserable on it. He felt more confined than ever. There were no space ports, the closest things were air planes and those weren't even a little bit the same. They had propellers and that was about it. "Oh come on, some of those were my happiest memories. Don't taint em." He teased about the adrenaline injections and leaned back in the bar.
"Look em all. They got exactly no idea what's goin on right under their gorram noses." He said as he watched the people shuffling about and took another drink of his caramel colored liquor. The Alliance being gone was one thing, but his ship being gone was another. The rate he'd been going lately he was on a pathway to a bad place beyond even the lost woods he usually could see so clearly from. His knuckles were bruised, but it wasn't just from punching a former angel in the face, he'd broken his desk vase the day before in a fit of anger. He was having more of those lately, he didn't much care for it but he couldn't really stop. Being trapped to him was worse than just being grounded. "'Nother round." he said as the bar tender gave him a questioning look, he held up his hand to suggest one more and lowered it again idly.