"Whatever you take it as." Mal didn't elaborate. He didn't know for sure if she was displaced, he wasn't about to blow it for the lot of them though so he shrugged and leaned against the bar on his elbows. He had a long brown trench coat on, he really didn't bother blending in much with the civilians. Why should he conform? That was what had gotten him in this state of mental disarray in the first place. He would fight it tooth and nail until he had no other choice.
"Mal." He said with a charming sort of grin. He had to stop himself from adding Captain to his name. They weren't on the ship. He really didn't even want to talk about the ship. Space in general he didn't want to discuss. Avoid the space topics. He couldn't be in it, why talk about it? "Mal Reynolds." He motioned the bar tender over and handed him some cash. "Whatever the lady likes." The man nodded and waited for direction.
Looking over at her with a raised eyebrow he smirked. "Optimistic sort ain'tcha." Reminded him a lot of Kaylee in her way of speaking and he rolled his eyes. "I told you my name, what's yours?" She really didn't want him to give her a nick name, his nick names would probably end up somewhat crude as well.
"What brings you all the way out here? Bit far from the normal riff raf." He said, motioning to the bar.