It's not Will's brightest moment for ideas, but even after all this time at sea, Mal's not as offensively noxious company as most of Will's male aquaintance would be in these quarters.

But he still can't wait to get out.

The lid doesn't manage to close completely, leaving a small gap at the rim. This would be much more useful if either of their eyelines were anywhere near the lid.

He stays quiet, hand on his pistol, and waits.