"Eh," Mal said, lips twitching, "I've seen cuter," she teased, sliding her hands into her back pockets. Or trying to before she recalled her outfit didn't have them. She recovered, setting for putting her hands on her hips. "So, I've yet to meet anyone from around here, deserving or not, that didn't want to gloat about something particularly nasty they did at some point. I could go on for nights about mine, but why not lay one of yours on us, since we only have the hour?"