Wash snorts. Least she's got a sense of humor, and one along the same lines as his, no less. Deadpan is more or less all that comes out of his mouth, anyway.

"What do you think? Of course not." Wash gives the crate another once-over. It's far too big for either of them to carry, but that's why they were getting a shuttle. Just get it to the district, they'd been told. Right.

Wash looks back up at the robot and nods towards the landing pad. "How much you want to bet they're gonna make us stand around and wait for the shuttle to show up?"