Wash was momentarily torn - if there was any way to peak his interest, it was to mention ships in the plural. The thought that the hangar was full of ships - the fact that there was a hangar - got under his skin and itched. He wanted to be flying again. Being a passenger when someone else was driving wasn't the way he lived.

But Serenity was home, and he needed to see what kind of shape she was in. "...I'd stay and make nice and all but I'd like to see Kaylee, and if she's anywhere, she's on the boat-" He smiled for a minute. "If you're friends with her, she'll track you down eventually, so I'll be seeing you again."