He smiled despite himself as Tigress became more at ease; though as soon as he noticed this he forced his face to become more neutral again. Behind him he could hear Drake doing something, a sigh clearly audible not long before several clunks signalling shutters locking into place to block the storm from the room. Since it wasn't needed anymore he slowly withdrew his shadows from around Tigress.
”It would appear our host has invoked a more practical solution to your distress.”
Nightlander growled softly as his shadows dissipated slightly to the corners of the room and vanished, leaving the pale form naked from the waist up with his hands hooked into his pockets. Shrugging his shoulders he walked towards another shadowy part of the room, sitting nearby the where Guantlet had gone upon his arrival here. Reclining slightly in one of the chairs, Mal stretched out his joints and lightly massaged his neck with one hand before glancing at the injured man.
”You're rather quiet since we agreed to an impasse during the conflict before.”
He inclined his head towards Guantlet as he spoke, his other hand gesturing towards the mans wounds somewhat as well before awaiting a reply. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Drake at the door speaking to a girl which intrigued him.