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Yes, it is a Cap'n.

Might be hard to recognize really, as he is not wearing his traditional duster and suspenders; can't deal with 'em sitting over his fun new soon-to-be pretty scars, y'see.

Slipping his way to the Bar pretty much unnoticed - he thinks - he picks up some hot tea and finds an overstuffed chair and ottoman somewhere near the observation window.

[OOM: Mal is off for the night, as mun cannot sleep through her alarm clock again tomorrow. If one is particularly interested, tag for a slowtimed convo tomorrow.]

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"It's not exactly easy on mine either. But I needed to get away, and this way I don't slack off on my responsibilities here, see?"

"Sounds like a wise plan," Mal raises his tea in jovial salute.

"...So."

"Anythin' I should know about since I last talked to ya?"

Faith chews on her lower lip.

"Connor and I split up. Hence the vacation."

Aieeeee.

"Duibuqi, Faith. Didn't mean to pry."

She shrugs, smiling.

"Nah, it's OK. Really, it's for the best. He's Immortal, I'm really not, we're still friends, it's good."

"Oh." Well, that's good I guess.

"What's this push our chances up to?"

Mal may ~~or may not be~~ wiggling his eyebrows.

Faith laughs and kisses his cheek.

"Get healed up proper, Captain, and then come ask me that."

Mal beams.

"I think I can swing that one, Miss Faith."

Leave the miss alone; he's being genteel.

"You'd better. Or I'll get grouchy, and you don't wanna make me grouchy."

Mal flits back to Faith and a bomb and a kitchen.

"No I very much wouldn't, I think."

Faith grins.

"Not much chance you will, I think. You're good people, Captain Schmoopy-pants."

"Thanks for saying, Faith."

"Hope I can keep that impression up with 'Nara, anyways. Or the crew entire, for that matter."

"...Inara? You and her are..."

Faith whistles, grinning. "Niiice. She's a looker."

Mal cackles at Faith, apparently pleased for the reaction to Inara.

"I hadn't told you that? Wow. And yes, I'm quite proud I managed to keep her on the boat's long as I have."

And no, you are not allowed to blame Mal for the ot3 that just went through his head. Nope.

"No, you hadn't told me. Dayum." Faith shakes her head. "You done good, Cap'n."

Mal is very proud of himself, say true.

"I'll have to let her know of your thoughts on the matter."

"Do that. and add this."

Faith wolf-whistles.

Mal mimicks the whistle for Faith's approval.

"I'll remember it."

For a second, Mal just stares out of the observation window. Eventually, he shakes a finger at the view of space.

"Now that is pretty."

Faith nods, smiling.

"Yeah, it is. It was pretty nice to see 'em from your ship too."

"Sometimes, at night - when Wash's asleep in his chair or in his bunk - I'll sit up on the bridge."

"There's this one step in the front where you don't see any o' the controls - just the black."

"I was promised an excursion in one of those 'Go outside the ship' suits," Faith says, grinning. "I expect that promise to be kept, even though it came from Wash."

"Not a problem."

"Next time we got an outside junction needs fixin', we can send you and Kaylee out there and have you two workin' hard while me and the rest o' the crew's inside eatin' beefsteak."

Faith grins.

"Be nice to me, Captain, or no more trips to Earth."

A beat, and then her expression saddens suddenly.

"I guess I can't do that anymore anyway...my world's not exactly safe..."

"No world's completely safe, Faith. 'Sides, can't we do just 'bout anythin', now?"

"And? You owe me a trip to a gun shop."

"OK, but if you get eaten by a vampire, don't come crying to me."