Wordy and well educated. Maybe it would have been better to have just let Kaylee be with the door. Odd choice of hat aside, he was proving to be her "type". But Mal didn't care about the stranger's background or headgear. The only thing of any interest to him was the strange device the 'wizard' held. His voice dropped to a volume that wouldn't permeate through the thick airlock door. "That somethin' you've seen before?"
As he conversed with his mechanic, the population outside doubled. At least this newcomer knew how to start a conversation that would be interesting to the captain. Turf-bound or not, his ship was everything. His passion, his livelihood, his home. As he let Kaylee get a glimpse of the tool in question, Mal offered the ship's basic information. "03-K64 Firefly-class."