His voice was weird. But only slightly. Almost fuzzy or delayed. But then again, the guy was talking from underneath that mask thing.
Wash's eyes were wide and focused in on the emblem on the front of his body suit. He hardly heard the talking.
"Wha-uh. Hi. So, just to be clear, you're not going to kill me," he nodded emphatically, "And...also...who are you?"
He slid his way up the wall behind him and winced dramatically at the shock of pain that ran up his spine and radiated through the back of his ribs from the knee bearing into his back. He took a breath as he stood, though, nodding as he tried to ignore the pain.
He spied his notebook open to a ridiculously salacious page, describing a very lewd act with Zoe to build inspiration for poetry.
"Oooh, I need that back," he grunted as he made his way over with a slouched posture.