"I don't know, I'm not a shrink," Wash said. "When I get mad, I spend a few hours shut up in my bunk. That's when we don't have enough fuel to go on a joyride, but I can't remember last time we had that. Maybe you need space - not space here, it's not exactly private here. Maybe you need space away from people for a while. Hell if you need a place to stay for a while, you can take one of Serenity's spare bunks. Although that's not exactly private... and Mal's awake now so he'd have to posture about you being on his ship for a while... on second thought maybe that's not a great idea."

He just didn't like seeing her like this - she didn't seem to care that she looked terrible, and she didn't really seem to care that whatever it was she was dealing with wasn't getting better. There had to be a change of tactic she could try.