"A man gets physical with me that I don't want, I can take care of him myself." Of course, Wash knew that- or he should have, by now- even if he had conveniently forgotten it in this state. Not that the idea of Wash coming to her air was entirely wrong, just that... if she didn't need it, why would he bother?
But then he'd gone on about the paper umbrella, and Zoe sighed. She wasn't one for the fruity drinks like Wash apparently enjoyed- her garnish of choice was a simple ice cube. "I think I'll pass." The bartender looked up when Wash called out, but met Zoe's gaze, and she shook her head, cancelling the drink order.