"Yeah. The ship I was piloting crashed, too. The bar went right through my chest, as I recall," he said with a giddy sort of humor. It was just so ridiculous him even being here...or anywhere.
"Mal, Zoe, Jayne," he said, numbering them on his fingers, "whose stench was much worse than his shot. In fact, if his shot was his stench he'd smell like roses and lilac. But, then, proper showering on ship wasn't really possible. Wouldn't have hurt him to occasionally wet himself, though.
"Kaylee, ship's mechanic. Cheery personality the size of all the black...unless Jayne was in the room. Or the captain was being mean. Or Simon was being an idiot. But other than that..." he said, squinting.
"She was brilliant, actually. Loved on Simon way too much for his own good. I like to think of Simon as...a brilliant doctor and a terrible communicator. I mean, not as if Mal would have let him bring his sister aboard anyway but a little heads up about the crazy girl in the box would not have gone unappreciated.
"River! Is here actually but I haven't seen her much. She's not really crazy just...well...the Alliance, Blue Sun, something cut her brain up. And someone obviously didn't tell them to put things back where they belonged when you're done. She was something of a...unpredictable...element. Kind of like gas...on a fire. But nice gas.
"Uh, Inara used to be on the boat but she left. Probably good she did, too. Missed her but Mal was a jerk, Inara was sensitive, and being in love is just so damn hard when neither of you know that you're in love! Especially when you hate each other's guts.
"Inara was a companion. A...prostitute--but in a nice legal way. And then we had a preacher. Which...I still...don't exactly know why we had a preacher. But Kaylee took to him for some reason. And he shot people really well. So...that fit in...I guess. He died. Before me."
A beat of consternation.
"Yeah. That's it. Crayon box of characters! Shiny, huh?" Wash said.