The immediate desire to flee/beat the crap out of him subsides, but she'll still keep her distance. Nothin' personal, Mal, but she'd at least like something to wear before she gets any closer.

"Yeah, yeah I got that, but Captain of what? Where am I? Is this your ship? Who-- who was that in my head?"

The torrent of questions halt long enough for her to take a breath. It feels like she hasn't taken one for an awful long time...

"Wait, what do you mean gone?"