Dave nods, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. Is that a response to her analysis of his concept or weird or to her request? Who knows.

"Yeah, I've got more than my fair shair of experience navigating labyrinthine fuckin' cold metal corridors by now." Belatedly, he realizes he own language, and even looks slightly abashed for a moment. It's easy to completely dismiss complaints over his coarseness from dudes like Wash, but he can't help but feel a little bad when it's coming from what seems like a decent older lady. "Sorry. I mean, yeah, I can do that."