"That's easy for you to say," Wash said, squinting at the tall Asian man, "you didn't just crash land on a techno-planet and then get yourself impaled by rabid space freaks." He rubbed at the spot on his chest where he could still imagine a gaping hole.
"Of course," he said, "I could just be special."
He blinked at the offered umbrella and took. He held it over himself, fully aware that he looked completely ridiculous with it.
"New York City?" He asked, never having bothered to read much on the cities of Earth-That-Was. "What planet did you say this is? Core, by the looks of it, fuhn pi. You're insane. Or I'm insane. Which one of us is sane?"