Uh, because I'd still like to have my own body when we get out of--here!
[He grabs Wash by the arm and barrels them past what looks vaguely like it once might have been a receptionist desk (or...well maybe some kinda desk anyway, if there are robots, do they need receptionists?) and through an ajar door.
To call it an office would be too kind what with the wear and tear, but there aren't any robots in here, and there do seem to be some heavier bits of what used to be usable furniture. Waiting room? No, not open enough. Or, who knows, neither of them seem to know where this place is. The ceiling is sagging with wear and moisture, but that's a problem for in the next few minutes, not now.]
I would totally save myself if I could, asshole.
[Not, in practice, true. Even if it took a lot of convincing.]
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[He grabs Wash by the arm and barrels them past what looks vaguely like it once might have been a receptionist desk (or...well maybe some kinda desk anyway, if there are robots, do they need receptionists?) and through an ajar door.
To call it an office would be too kind what with the wear and tear, but there aren't any robots in here, and there do seem to be some heavier bits of what used to be usable furniture. Waiting room? No, not open enough. Or, who knows, neither of them seem to know where this place is. The ceiling is sagging with wear and moisture, but that's a problem for in the next few minutes, not now.]
I would totally save myself if I could, asshole.
[Not, in practice, true. Even if it took a lot of convincing.]