Raguel hesitates at the last comment, but goes to get the coffee first. Coffee first is always the best plan. He returns with a tray containing steaming mugs, cream, sugar, saucers - the works.

"Guess she's going all out tonight," he mutters, sliding the tray onto Gabriel's table and pausing to add a boatload of sugar to his coffee.

"There's only one other person I've met here who throws Mandarin into conversations," he says casually, eyes on the mug. "I don't suppose you know Mal Reynolds?"