Wash was looking through the cargo bay storage for a spare wire gauge he could stick on a broken crybaby.

Key word there. Was.

Because the proximity alert didn't go off, sure, but the ship just did some kind of lurch that almost sent him reeling against the wall. Without thinking, Wash instantly turns and hightails it for the stairs as fast as he can.

He's taking them two at a time as he emerges onto the upper decks, only slowing when he sees Mal standing by the pilot's seat.

"Mal!" he yells, limping up the corridor. "What the tiān xiăodé are you doing with the -- small blonde person flying...."

Blink.

"Lilly?"