"I'm here to deliver some letters, he's here to eat-" There's a whuff of air behind him as his bay mare leans her muzzle over the his shoulder, they're in a stable. "And she probably wants to get combed down and warmed up."

Jayne wanders to the nearest empty stall and after patting the mare's muzzle, Sasha deigns to follow the mabari. After a moment's thought Mal starts unbuckling the clasps of his bracer, voice still nonchalant as anything. "And moreover, I keep hear'n that here's the place to bring people with particular kindsa problems."