"Um. Well, one did, once but that didn't, ah, end too well." Wash all of a sudden grows very interested in his fingernails. "See, I guess people don't really like to be interrupted while they train. And while they're holding weapons." Wash shrugs. "For some reason."

He pauses, and shudders.

"It took a week to get the blood out of the floor." And his clothes. But Tex doesn't need to know that bit, and Wash doesn't particularly want to remember.