Honestly, it's the clothes that catch his attention. There's casual wear and then there's fuck off wear, and that is absolutely a fuck off outfit. It takes Wash a second glance to realize it's Azucar, looking almost nothing like herself. Devoid of all of her flash and shine, she just looks...small.

Then again, she'd been on the hellship, hadn't she. From what Wash understands, that would wreck anyone.

So he approaches, gives the leaning tower of alcohol a very obvious once-over, and looks at her. "Need some help?" It's light and unassuming. He's just offering to carry a ridiculous amount of alcohol for someone who's likely just gone through a traumatic experience. No big deal, right?