So sorry it took so long to get back to this!!!
Wash grinned and made a happy sound at the promise of customization after he proved his armor prowess. It was more motivation on his part to get this thing down. Preferably without killing himself...too badly.
"Like a soul!" Wash whispered dramatically, before becoming serious once again and listening to Tony.
"Right. No hurty the circle," he said, making note. Then he widened his eyes and muttered. "I get to fire things!" To say Wash was gleeful was an understatement.
At the words 'treat it like your actual heart' he winced.
"Let's amend that. Treat it better than my last heart. That didn't end so hot," he said, and nodded, seriousness in his joke.
Wash settled into the back shell of the helmet, still listening intently. 'Usually,' he lip synced with a curious look to Tony. Then his eyebrows raised again.
"This weapons thing...it actually has weapons? That shoot things? Pew pew?" he asked.