"Hey! If that walkin' footlocker so much as eats a protein wrapper.. deal's off." Mal called after the mechanic, the wizard and the... tool spitting suitcase. Now that he'd given them permission to come aboard, it seemed like he was fading from the equation.
Well, he wasn't feeling conversational-like anyway. Not with a wizard and a piece of luggage. Mal was getting the feeling that the less he saw of them, the less aggravated he'd be. Though, if they got the ship off the ground, he just might kiss them.
"When you get what you need, Kaylee, you can show 'em to the passenger dorms. The bridge, the engine room and the crew bunks are off limits without an escort to anyone that ain't crew. "