"You're still on that, huh?" Wash said, sobering a little at the lack of humor seen in the situation. "I reckoned, getting a feel for the pedestrian lifestyle here, that those white hash marks in a single line crossing the streets were for people to walk on. Now, I don't know about the hand and the little stick figure but I'm pretty sure there was a stick figure there for at least a second. And that means to walk. Can't tell you if it was there once I would have crossed, though." It wasn't. "I was lost in highly intellectual thought, I'm sure. Regardless I'm pretty sure, same as the Core Planets, that people on feet have the right before people on four wheels in the city. That being said, excuse any cultural mistakes; I bow to your shiny car and tower."
Thinking back on what he'd said, he'd sounded a little like Mal there. He'd have to watch that.
"And good job on the peace thing. Must be a lot easier when you just have the one planet. Can't imagine how peachy it must have been on Earth-That-Was. Actually, probably wasn't much different than from where I came, just a lot more condensed and a shorter distance to killing the people you disliked. Hard to imagine all that crazy in one place," he said, working his lip before sipping the refreshed alcohol.
"Do you think your tower is lonely? It's hard to make friends with everything moving all the time," Wash mused. "And, yeah, why don't you go ahead and bookmark that one? Electrocution isn't my idea of a pleasant welcome."