Having his chosen name being a verb sometimes heard around machinery, Wash was used to hearing it said without getting all comically confused and asking if the nice man with the washrag was talking to him or not. Of course, there was the fact that it was a very familiar voice calling, and not a crazy old man with a squirt bottle, so he looked around for the source.
The sight of miss Kaywinnit Frye was almost enough to send him over the moon, a phrase he was beginning to understand. "Call me a feh feh pi goh," he said, "I'm not alone on this damned rock."