"I meant the enchantment, I was vaguely expecting fireproofing or something. I also thought you meant a whole bra, not just the wire."

"So what do you do, apart from recruitment?"

"Crime!" Mal says, cheerfully. "Also fixin' shit. And breakin' shit. Sometimes that one's crime too."

"...In my experience smart criminals tend not to advertise that fact."

"Ain't never claimed to be a smart crime guy."

"What crimes exactly are you thinking you'll be doing in here? 'Cause there's not exactly a ton of laws to break." Kid does not look like he's planning to poach somebody. Is he going to... stay out after curfew and get eaten?

"You know, that's a mite philosophical, ain't it? Is a crime still a crime, if it falls in the forest an' nobody hears it?"

He shrugs. "Only been here an hour, ain't got something I do here yet."

This kid is really weird. And it's probably a bad idea to sign on to his criminal gang, given how Bobbie's already committed to bodyguarding a maleficer and should really be prioritizing getting in with some people who are not evil. Or not-evil-but-super-weird aspiring criminal masterminds.

"Alright. Well, I'll, uh, keep your offer in mind."

Mal gives her a loose, two-fingered salute, and wanders off to continue his quest for freaks.

This person over here is standing in a corner, looking vaguely threatening and strange and not talking to anyone? 

Vaguely threatening and strange is his favorite kind of people!

"Nice corner you got there."

“Is it?”

"Sure. All angular an' stuff. Got the crucial cornery components."

“Shocking. What do you want.”

"Guy can't make conversation? It's a free country."

“You can make conversation. Why should I entertain it.”

"My unparalleled wit an' charm?"

“I’ve seen better. Get to the point or leave.”

"Yes ma'am." A tiny hint at a salute. "Puttin' together a group, gonna stake out some space in the library while the gettin's good, bit of back-watchin', you know the drill. Share the goods and good the, uh. Uh. ... I was goin' somewhere with that but I forget where."

“Has anyone already taken you up on this proposition.”

"I gotta coupla plates in the air."

“I’m sure you do. Goodbye,” she says, removing herself from the corner.

Pity. At least he got a corner out of the deal.