He had already rearranged his sparse collection of items on his bookshelf twice. Two or three photos, kept more out of obligation than nostalgia, are visible from on top of the papers outlining the details of their next job on Pacquin.
I'm not needing to go over those again; I'll be seein' 'em in my sleep next... Letting out an almost nonexistant sigh, he decides to head out of his bunk and head over to the bridge. Maybe looking out in front of Serenity will calm his restlessness.
Placing right hand over left, Mal begins to climb up from his bunk, but as he reaches his hatch and looks around him, he doesn't recognize anything he sees.