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Beaming down to a new planet, getting off the station... Wash was bouncing on the spot while waiting. Of course, having to pick outfits before they could go out had proved to be... amusing. It took him a long time to finally decide on a costume that covered pretty much everything - and had no tights, much to Zoe's amusement.

When they eventually found their way out into the streets, Wash was staring at everything, taking it all in. So much going on, so many people.

He turned to look at Zoe, holding onto her hand. "So, plans, bao bei?"

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"To be fair, you do look stunning in that dress," Wash pointed out. "An' your hair is more on display, an' you ain't wearing one of those masks..." He trailed off, giving her a bright grin.

She looked amazing.

"You're enjoyin' this too much, husband," she warns, though she does step closer to him.

"Alright, you pick where we go first. Personally, I could use some food I don't have to beg for."

"Me?" Wash said, giving her an innocent look. "I know better than to do that."

He looked around, then chose a direction. "Let's go that way. Try an' find some food, somethin' fresh."

Zoe walks with him, an arm around his waist. And she has to admit, this isn't like anything she's ever seen before.

"All the years you been flyin'...you ever come across somethin' like this?"

At this point, she's adamant about not putting on one of those masks. It's a step too far for her.

Wash was aware they were getting looks as they walked, but really, he didn't care. He was used to people staring, mostly at Zoe if he was being honest.

"Nope. Ain't ever seen anything like this. It kind of reminds me of Persephone, a little."

"A little. Ain't quite as...fast paced as Persephone." She's thinking though, eyes taking in what she can.

"You see any fuel stations? Any other ships? Any aircraft at all?"

"Don't need to. I can tell you that there ain't nothing with an engine here," Wash said quietly. "Atmo smells wrong. No pollution in it." Given he was brought up on a planet was covered in pollution, he could smell the difference anytime they set down anywhere that wasn't industralized.

"Alright. So that means other than that space station, we ain't goin' anywhere." Probably meant no feds, too. If they were even in the right time which she's starting to doubt.

"Maybe we find out what year it is first," she decides. Could give us an idea of what planet we're on."

"Probably no way to contact anyone either," Wash said, looking around. "I ain't seen nothing like a computer terminal. Even on backworlds there's some kind of link to a computer somewhere obvious near a docking point."

He constantly looks around, at the people, at the architecture, at everything. "How we goin' to do that?"