"Right," Wash whispers. "I'm quiet as a mouse."

While the mess is a little more extreme than what Wash is typically used to, he doesn't really mind it. The house has personality. It's not cold, stark--too clean is worse than too messy, and this isn't even all that bad.

He brings her into the bathroom and sets her down at the edge of the tub. "Do you have any disinfectant? Sewing supplies?"