"Mages," Mal muttered, frowning. The Asha was one of the people he wanted to text, in fact. Transferring information between planets didn't seem like it'd be high on the priority list, not after a war, and with the use of the internet. But drunk email or drunk private-message just wasn't as fun as drunk texting!

"Oh well. They'll be here sooner or later, yeah?" He grinned, setting the phone down again. "And yeah, if I wanna hit on you I could do that without the phone."