The introduction is unnecessary, of course. Cassandra remembers both Mal and his dog; it would have been hard not to, after weeks of sharing a tent in the middle of Emprise du Lion.

A small tent. With a very large dog.

Reynolds himself had been nothing but courteous and accommodating, however, maintaining his charm and easy manner even when Cassandra herself had been - she is sure - less than an ideal tentmate. The memory is enough to ease the tension somewhat, as she nods at him in recognition and leans back in her chair instead of forward over him.

"Captain Reynolds," she greets him. "And what brings you to the Inquisition?"