[ Wash has been under the impression that the Crown Prince wasn't the sort of person any one of them could randomly walk up to to talk to -- but Wash already knows the moment he's here, he won't be able to keep his eyes off of him. He watches Miles for a moment, in silence. Still thinks he should be reaching for something else. But what else is there to even reach for? He still can't direct his own thoughts away. ]

I doubt that speaking with him would do any good. [ A pause, and with something almost like wry amusement in his voice, but so very, very dry. ] When I asked you to come with me tonight, I'd been meaning to ask about them, anyway.