Mal settles back in the carriage, selecting a small piece of cheese and nibbling at it, nodding and smiling behind the mask as she approves of the flavour. She gently sips the wine as she sinks back into the seat, thinking ahead in anticipation of the evening's...activities.<br/><br/>She soon stops lest she get too excited, and instead turns her thoughts to the shipbuilding business she runs; have they ordered enough steel? Is the boilermaker going to deliver their next shipment on time? And would the corvette currently on trials for the Sultan meet specifications...