Despite his voyage into the world of hospital food with that one bite of sandwich, Mal wasn't exactly feeling hungry. Tired, some. Irritable, yes. But considering Simon's was the first familiar face he'd seen in this strange land -- he was feeling rather charitable when it came to not taking out his frustration on the doctor.
"Some time after you, by the looks of it." Mal gave a general nod in Simon's direction. "Seems I ain't had the proper time for find myself a job and get all respectable-like and comfortable." Notes of disapproval rang clear in Mal's tone. While Simon might not have had control over his own disappearance, there was something mutinous about finding him working here. "Which is mighty odd, I must say. Seein' as though the last I saw you before I woke up here; you were leavin' your sister with me on the bridge to go play doctor with my mechanic."
Black market beagles were as good as ancient history for Mal. A relic of the pre-Miranda era.