Seeing Hiro in a brown coat is...a special experience. Mal succeeds in not appearing terribly confused.

"Alright, so -- " Mal smiles for a second before turning on one heel toward the back door. Stepping out into the cold, Mal doesn't bother to button up the front of his duster.

"The stables are out this way," Mal points out the low building off to the left. "I volunteer over there some days. Don't get much grass and trees out in the black."