"Oh..." Wash said a little dumbfounded. He gave the woman behind her a strained look that spoke of apology.
"If it helps, I'm a pilot. And my--Zoe used to tell me I smelled like a dog sometimes. Not really helping, am I?" he replied, picking at his fingers.
"Hey, listen, I don't have anything to do today," he said and bent down. "What about I help you guys look? It's the least I can do for not being your dad."
He looked up at the woman.
"I'm Wash, by the way," he said and held his hand up.