Um, Wash? It's me. [He laughed under his breath as the poor medic tried to stop the Freelancer, already knowing that wasn't going to happen. Shit, was there anything that could keep him down? Really?] I'm not "running my mouth"; I'm just advertising all this readiness and greatness to people who don't know yet. Shit, do you know when the last time I was around this many chicks? ...other than when I'm hanging out with Simmons team, because they're all too young.

[Well, other than Volleyball, but he didn't say that.

Tucker's brow furrowed a little, but he started to follow Wash without argument or hesitation for once. He was cool with it; the Sim Trooper wasn't sure that he was exactly okay with the locals listening to the shit they needed to talk about anyway. And fuck, did they have a lot to talk about.

Huddling a little more into his coat once they were through the flap, Tucker sighed, exasperated. Sure, Wash hadn't said a thing yet, but he had a feeling that he knew what was coming; he'd have to be blind or Caboose-level of unaware to not see it. ]

Carolina tried to talk to me about him, you know. Well, more told me to just trust him because she did, which is bullshit, you know. But you're going to try to give me the same order, aren't you?