The strange encounter at Serenity left Mal feeling... well, it left him feeling in ways he wasn't accustomed, or so he liked to think. Love was reserved for his ship. There were some who thought otherwise and they might have been right, but Mal wasn't going to admit that.. ever. Again, that was according to him -- but when you were a captain, everything was according to you.
The oddness of it all and the ensuing discomfort had led Mal to stray away from his beloved ship. Relenting that his excessive time within the vessel might be building up a bad case of cabin fever, he set out into the City. How he ended up entering the park with it's long reaching sounds of revelry, he still wasn't sure of that either. The perturbed Browncoat had kept to the outer paths, avoiding the circus of activity that appeared to thrive in the heart of the park. While not a man of any sort of faith, he'd later come to wonder if there had been a reason his wandering walk had led him this particular way. That reason came with the pleading outcry of an all too familiar voice.
Brow wrinkled in concern, Mal's head whipped around to locate his somewhat panicky sounding mechanic. The park was open and overall in good spirits, so Mal felt comfortable being blunt about finding her. "Kaylee!?"