"Wuh duh ma huh tah duh fong kwong duh wai shung.*" Wash's tone was on the incredulous side as that pile of clothes fell into his lap. "Where in the good 'Verse did you find these relics?" The t-shirt wasn't that bad, but the jeans were something that one might find on a historical reenactment troupe.
Wash wasn't concerned about privacy and all too willingly tugged the standard issue hospital gown up over his head and off of his body. The t-shirt was put on easily enough, but the jeans were a little snug fitting for someone who was used to coveralls or baggy cargo-type pants. "Hon, I know you're feeling very anti-Serenity at the moment, but I need my clothes. Because, honestly.." His arms motioned out to what he was wearing, sneakers and all. ".. I'm not a fan."