For someone who was just this close to ripping off his head about his sanity and how he doesn't need people, that's...kind of...surprisingly sensitive of this version of Wash to say. He drums his fingers nervously on the bar, not sure how to react to it.

So he chooses not to react to it at all. "I'm not saying quit being a merc when you just landed a job. You, uh, just seem super, I dunno, narrow-minded? Straightforward? Tunnel vision? About it. Like it's literally all you can do."