"Hah, yeah. They never had traffic before." Mal snickered at himself. Traffic could be pretty fucking noisy. He could only imagine how Zendereans felt when first seeing a car, or a whole street of the things.

He nodded to the bottle on the table. "Help yerself," he invited. "There's a couple more bottles in the kitchen, plus some other stuff. Just don't touch the vodka." He only had the vodka on hand for Duncan- he never touched the stuff himself, it was nasty- but wanted to hold onto it for whenever it was Duncan decided to fill him in on what was up.

He finished off his own glass while waiting to let Travis get a refill first.