"Uh...sure. If you want," Wash responded, confused. "I think I might've seen some ones at the store you can have. Here, get down. I gotta...move--hey, yeah!" he exclaimed once he was free of her weight. He put his hands on her shoulders and steered her to where Bruce was inspecting his collection.
"Teeny Zeeny here named them all at one point. Can't remember them, though..." he said laying his chin on the tiny blonde head.
Really, despite Bruce being able to tell they weren't related, their coloration was so similar that it could fool a less observant person.
"Really wish this thing was able to break atmo," he said, sadly. "Getting really tired of being tied to the ground."
This was an understatement. Every day the anxiety of this place grew in intensity. The infrequent flights in Tony's suit and Shuttle 2 were starting to loose their calming effects. About the only thing that kept him from losing it entirely tended to be the little girl that decided he looked enough like her dad to suffice in the short term. At least Wash hoped it was the short term.
Maxine had seemingly decided she was here to stay, though.