"I don't do gossamer..." His retort came in a shout. Not an angry raising of his voice, just a lift in the volume to make himself heard over the pickup in the wind that whipped around them. ".. I find it clings in all the wrong places." Wash extended his hand towards what he would assume was something of a perplexed individual but found his offered grasp not needed as the stranger got to his feet.
"No, not by.. biblical standards at least." Hey, he'd pulled a few miracles out of the air in his days both before Serenity and since he joined the crew. "I'm Wash. And you're going to be a popsicle if you stay out here, despite your layers of.. neck accessories.." He'd never seen so many scarves tied around one person's neck and he'd been around the 'Verse quite a few times. "That's Serenity." His thumb jerked back in the direction of the ship. "It doesn't fly, but it's got heat. C'mon."