Mal couldn't help but smirk at the woman as she emerged with food, add in the mention of work and it was a wonder he hadn't started laughing out loud. But for the moment he kept from laughing, after all it wasn't like she knew his situation nor how the area worked for that matter...so he decided better to wait as to not offend her. "Thank you Ryala..." he said somberly, "You really didn't need to...you are a guest after all." He added lightly as he stepped inside, his pants dry and likely revealing that he kept a pair on the front porch for his change, "Thank's, but I got the towel, you have your hands full already." He replied warmly as he closed the door behind him and headed inside, his eyes lightly tracing the woman, then the kitchen and lastly the table...a small smile crossing his lips as he slid into the hall and into the closet. "What luck"...he thought to himself as he removed a towel and draped it over his head, looks to die for and a cook at that...of course he hadn't tasted her meal just yet, but his nose was convincing enough, "Now if only I didn't have to hide her away like a fugitive it would be perfect"

He slid into his room momentarily and slid a shirt on before returning to the head of the hall, taking to leaning against one side to watch her at work as she went about finishing the meal she had made, "I guess you didn't get any rest while I was gone then, Hmm?" He asked in a neutral tone. He had wondered if she would be tired, after all besides finding her he had no idea what came before so she might have been exhausted...but based on what she had spent her time doing it seemed unlikely, "Sorry there isn't more..." he added in a general way toward food and the tools to cook with, "But I don't always actually get around to cooking." He smirked slightly, he was a predator after all...meat didn't need to be well done for him to eat it.