"W-wait a minute. Weren't you a robot trashcan pretending to be a girl in a spaceship last time we met? I pictured you a lot smaller. Like...tiny," he said distinctly recalling the name Nina from their first chat.
"I do color well," he admitted. "You shoulda seen the my color after my fall. Reds, blues, greens, and purples like you've never seen. Sort of like...a case of sunset pox."
Wash sighed.
"Ship's good," he nodded. He paused and looked down then back up. "Yeah, not been back there in a while. By the way, if you see me again in a couple of days without the accessories," he gestured to his crutches, "and he smiles at you just feel free to punch him in the face. A lot."
He took another look at her and shook his head.
"How did you fit in that thing, anyway?" he asked.