"Don't want to make a fuss, more or less." And yet here he is, fuss'n. Malcolm sighs and scrubs a hand over his face, trying to settle himself. It is what it is. He'll make do. Stick around till this thing gets fixed. "...see'n as I'm gonna be here awhile...mind show'n me where to find the stables? Gotta get Sasha settled in and warmed up. The ride up here was mighty long."