Wash was still getting used to the antiquated way people cussed. So if it took him a beat to say, "Oh. Well that's fortunate," it was because of inner translation.
"Cheesebur--huh? Oh, my face? Yeah. Yeah, that wasn't intentional. I've been having trouble sleeping so I've been...randomly depositing my sleep on unsuspecting surfaces. That actually sounds...much worse than it actually is. Are they that bad? The lines?" He rubbed furiously at them.
"It's just the whole," they stepped up in line a person, "Night as day and day as night thing is making a circus out of my circadian cycle. I'm sorry, what's a burger? Bacon I've heard of, cheese I like, can't say 'burger' has colloquialized itself my way, yet."