Sanctuary... or something.
Mal gives the Inn a suspicious look as he steps in. He wants to make sure there are no former pilots attacking with bags and rolled up newspapers. When he sees that there are no Hawaiian shirts in sight, he closes the door behind him and walks to the bar gratefully. It's been one of those weeks. One of those months. When everyone in the crew's all crazy for no real reason and Mal very much wants to shoot them all. It's good to get out.