"It is an acquired taste, as Inara might say to be diplomatic. It is what it is." Zoe sat up for a moment and set her glass on the table. There weren't many who ever saw Zoe like this, not even the crew who were around her for very long periods of time. It felt odd inside; she knew that Wash would want her to move on. He would want her to be happy, and he'd joke that no one could make her as happy as he had. She knew that Jesse wasn't asking to pick out sheets with her either; it wasn't as if she'd been celebrate before she met Wash.
"I was born on a ship. Being on land meant settling down, really planting roots, and my people, my family, weren't exactly ready for it. It means putting in hard work. Not to say my folks didn't work hard, just they liked the Black too much to leave it." She hadn't sat back yet. "I always wanted to settle, stake a claim and start a family, but there was never time. Never enough money. Then he died saving us. Now that I got time to have a family, not able to get back to the Black, where I'd really like to be right now, doing what I know I can do, I got no husband."
She looked over her shoulder at the cowboy, brow raised. "This isn't what you signed up for. I should be on my way. Sorry for breaking down." She reached forward, grabbed the glass and down the alcohol.