He thinks I'll change the past and screw up the future or something.

[ And is honestly right, despite Grif's dismissive tone. ]

You, me, Wash, some big dude called Locus, and some dead freelancers. I mean, they're alive right now, but you know. Time travel. Connecticut, New York, North Dakota.

[ He likes the dead freelancers he's hung out with more than the alive ones he met back home, honestly. ]