Wash peeked around the door when he heard her shout. The plastic bag of stuff shifted as he closed the door behind him.
"Hello?" he asked as he followed where he heard voices.
He held up his hands as Jo slipped by to the closet.
Wash entered the kitchen and his eyes met with the grey haired gentleman, first.
"Hi, I'm Wash," he introduced easily. "You okay, Maxine? Aw! You killed a glass! Poor thing never saw it coming! We'll have to write a eulogy for it. Here. Climb on, Monkey. Let's get you away from the remains, hm? You know you're not really supposed to climb on the counter, right? That's generally not a good idea."