At this point in time, Mal really didn't care if the person he toasted was displaced or not, or thought he was insane or not. He just didn't have it in him. All he wanted to do was drink away Earth. That was possible with enough liquor wasn't it? He swirled some of the caramel colored liquid in the glass and then drank it down as he looked over at her. "If this was the end.." He thought to himself, he'd never actually thought that far ahead. "Try not to think about the end much." He admitted. "Just keep flyin." He'd said out of habit.
Maroon Dress would probably just think it was a metaphor anyway. "Can I buy you a drink?" He had an accent, but it was hard to place where. He sounded like a bit of a cowboy. Looked a bit of one too. He too wore a maroon colored shirt with tan pants and a brown trench coat hanging over his shoulders. He'd seen his share of wars, he had really been hoping not to get stuck up in another one-but apparently a simple life in the black wasn't in the cards.
"What about you. Ever consider the end?" Beer girl. He made emphasis on the 'end' but it was more humorous than anything really. He was trying not to sound like a crazy displaced person. He probably looked it enough as it were.