Well at least he recognizes that. She shrinks back, covering it with her scarf again, crossing her arms across her chest defensively.

These pieces don't make sense. It's half a story, but disjointed in a way that doesn't fit together.

"You're not lying to me."

And really, why would he be? Mal, when he was here, thought she had amnesia and told her nice stories of the Darkling dead in the fold. That was just a story though.