[ He's already casing the room, looking for a breach, searching for an interloper- but no. Nothing. Just Mal and a chair and- oh. That? All his combat readiness drops down to nothing, the knife and pistol slide back into their holsters. ]
Oh- is that it? Jesus Malcolm you scared the shit out of me. I thought someone was shooting you.
day 115 - evening - action
Oh- is that it? Jesus Malcolm you scared the shit out of me. I thought someone was shooting you.