Phantom Hollow Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire

His thinking was very Sixth Sense -- look, nobody would survive what he saw (even if it was amplified by memory), and certainly nobody would be so chipper about it all.  The guy obviously hadn't come to terms with the fact he was dead, and the whole thing seemed almost as bizarre and otherworldly as his meeting with his mother, who he'd slowly become convinced was also dead. 

All he could think was this was all far too much of a trap.  Dead or alive, Mal felt too much like this dude was trying to befriend him for nefarious reasons and that just wasn't gonna fly.  Or at least so he thought.  He backed up a few more paces, renewed snarl on his lips.  Of course you are!  Again, nobody lived from what he'd seen.  That'd just not be possible.  Well, obviously it was but Mal couldn't imagine it.  Another few steps backwards.  You stay away-- go haunt someone else!  Another couple steps back, but he was wary to turn his back because, well, there was the whole thing that happened near the beach...

He was so great at answering questions, too.