"I've known transports with a quarter of the money put into it that you shoved into your...shiny...yellow...mule that could travel circles around that four wheeled, back heavy, piece of gos se! In fact, I've piloted those transports. In fact! I've stolen those transports! With good reason!" he yelled, red faced.
Well, that was impressive. Someone who actually knew what he said. No thanks to the AI that Wash couldn't hear, of course. As far as it looked from his angle the man was talking to himself, which wasn't completely unheard of so it didn't cue any suspicion in Wash yet.
"Or the one who...who's too distracted by his self worth that he doesn't see when a guy is nearly across the street enough to slow down for his fellow man!" Okay, so he was a little off his game. "Is what you were, sir! And messy, too." He pointed to his shirt.
He said all this with his finger pointed accusingly. He rubbed the shiny bloody scrape on his elbow with a wince and some confusion.
"Who are you talking to?" Wash said suddenly. "And...why is your shiny yellow mule piece of gos se parking itself?"