Athena - the cat - jumps up onto Wash's shoulders as they start moving, catching a ride. Seriously, she wasn't scared. It's fine. Wash reaches a hand up to pet her as they walk.

You're no Rose doesn't mean a damn thing to him, and he tilts his head briefly - a substitute shrug while his shoulders are otherwise occupied. "Plenty of thorns, though." It's practiced self-deprecation and it comes easy.

He does relent a little when they enter the quiet car. "The first one has constellations in it." And the last one has flowers and is often occupied by Thanatos, and like hell does he want to deal with that mess right now. Might as well redirect.