"Now I know why it ain't like anyone leaves this place." None of this was sitting well with the captain. "Too many parties keep gettin' in the way." The Captain sounded far from the party-ing mood as he uttered those words, shifting his shoulders under the brown leather of his coat. His eyes narrowed a bit and he squared his jaw, as if thinking first before continuing in what he was saying to the doctor.
"I ain't keen on the idea of you knowin' where River lives, 'cause that sounds an awful lot like you ain't living with her." It was tense in that brief area of time and space between Mal and the Doctor -- not unlike times in the past which had been so quickly followed by someone getting punched, or grabbed by the collar. Why was it left up to him to gather everyone, why had the crew drifted if there were at least four of them here? "A lack of Alliance don't mean she's safe here. Especially when you nor I know where here is." He brushed back the edge of his coat, hand slipping to the handle of his gun briefly, as if to just check it's position.
"Looks as though you're comfortable and ain't going far, Doctor. Means I'll know where to find you when I get the others and my ship. Makes it nice and easy like." With little regard for what looks they might have been getting, Mal started towards the door, not even turning when he added that last reminder. "Take care of your sister."