[ Wash is tempted to protest the willful treading upon of alien life, but he knows how to pick his battles—for the most part—and this isn't one that's worth the bother. Besides, the things have got to have some self-preservation, right?
Tucking his hands into his pockets, Wash follows along, bemused and mostly unconcerned about the fluffballs. Until they get out of the food court and he sees how many of them are out here too. ]
Uhhh...
[ Wash looks around a bit helplessly, feeling a little like someone's playing a joke on them. He rakes his fingers through his hair, wishing he could rub his head into producing an explanation for all this. ]
Space rats? [ He looks toward Maine with eyebrows raised, at a loss and not hiding it. ] I don't know, man. I've got nothing.
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Tucking his hands into his pockets, Wash follows along, bemused and mostly unconcerned about the fluffballs. Until they get out of the food court and he sees how many of them are out here too. ]
Uhhh...
[ Wash looks around a bit helplessly, feeling a little like someone's playing a joke on them. He rakes his fingers through his hair, wishing he could rub his head into producing an explanation for all this. ]
Space rats? [ He looks toward Maine with eyebrows raised, at a loss and not hiding it. ] I don't know, man. I've got nothing.