It's not hard for Malcolm to slide back into the routine he'd pulled with Anders, mostly because he is angry, and he does want answers, and he will get them one way or another. To have someone with him to even things out might be nice--though he doubts that Gabriella the Butcher is going to truly respond to such an act.

He's since put something across his cut, had a quick cold wash, washed Milady, put on a new shirt, and had coffee. Despite the chaos and being up all night long, he looks fresh. And angry, he also looks angry. And honestly hasn't had anything to eat, either, pushing aside the revelation of what they all must have at some point consumed.

His arms are crossed, his dagger close at hand just in case. Barely lets her get both eyes open before launching into it with his clipped, tight words hissed out. "Who else is working with you?"