"Eh..." Wash said at the outstretched hand. He nudged the trajectory of his own hand to clasp Leto's. "Alright. Things to work on..." He said this more to himself about Leto than to Leto.
"Welcome to The City, a selfish rock of land that greedily takes the coolest people from their worlds and locks them into this gravity hungry crumb of sentient selfishness. Congratulations, you're cool! I'm sorry, but you can never leave! But hey! You've got great company! I'm really good at telling jokes. And I've been told I'm not bad on the eyes. Don't let that give you any ideas, of course. I'm married to my lack of steady work," he said as he idled on the steering column while they talked.
"I've been with the ship she's attached to quite a while," he said with a ghost of a smile. He took a breath to clear his brain of the past and spread his hands out demonstratively, "Okay. Couple of rules. Well--lets call them really intense suggestions. The buttons in front of you are pretty but are not decorative. At no point will I hear you say, 'what does this button do' because that is usually following by screaming as the ground comes up to meet us. And I have a hard time flying when someone is screaming beside me. Just one of my pet peeves.
"Another is if you're going to be sick there is a bin below you. I like a bile wash as much as the next pilot, but I prefer not to do it while I'm flying the craft that could easily kill us.
"This things got artificial gravity, even though it doesn't need it in atmo. If you want a really fun ride you can ask me to turn it off. Refer to intense suggestion number two if that becomes a regretful request.
"Now. You wanna start at the top?" Wash asked with a grin.