"Fits of jealousy?" Wash paused, pivoting upon his heel to turn back and face her. He was probably one of the few people in the known or unknown Universe that wasn't scared witless by that stare. They were a couple that had shared vicious glares before. As well known as their make-up sessions were -- so were their sparring ones. "Forgive me if I react poorly to being told that not only did you cook for someone else, you're living on his ship and the only other thing you can think to mention is his bathtub!"
He turned back the direction he'd been heading and reached to grab onto an army green toned cloth. Giving it a hearty yank the fabric pooled at his feet revealing the mule. Perhaps not as Zoe remembered it last, but it was the only one Wash knew, wheels and all.
"Do you understand that I saw you a matter of hours ago? That the Captain sent you and Jayne to dog wrangle so we'd be ready when we landed? Because I'm trying to wrap my head around the idea that for whatever reason you thought I was dead and I just thought you were downstairs." The frustration that was laced through his words was more the fault of the situation, of the City, than Zoe. "I'm in the sky.. then I'm here. The ship's dead and I can't find anyone. I see you and you knock me out.. which all in all, I think I've been pretty good about. In the brief period I haven't been injured I haven't so much as glanced at another woman, but you tell me about some other Captain.. and.. Zoe.." The growing anger subsided, almost as if he'd gone on so far and he'd run out of steam. Arms dropped to his sides and he just looked at her.
"I don't even know what I'm trying to say anymore..I don't know where I am, I don't know what's wrong with the ship, I don't know why I'm supposed to be dead or even why I'm alive right now."