Mal-Death

Kitchens on spaceships are always the best places to find mildly-insomniac roguish captains in search of tea.

Or rum. Rum, even if it's not the swill Mal usually prefers, still trumps tea every once in awhile.

Mal has the cabinets to the cups and liquor both swung open wide and he's in the process of rearranging the varied collection of bottles so as to retrieve the decent brand of rum he keeps in the back.

If Jayne hasn't found it yet.