"Mal," she said simply. She was used to her name meaning something. Everywhere she had ever gone, everyone knew who she was. Well, more specifically, everyone knew who her mother was. Mal was pretty sure no one actually knew who Mal was, herself included.

"And considering this is better than anything sold at the slop shop back home," meaning back on the Isle, "Yes I am. Though there are places around here with better food if you don't like this. Had a halfway decent bagel this morning. Good coffee."