It had been Wash who did the waylaying and most of the pestering. Just because Greg was making his way around pretty well didn't mean he wasn't injured and didn't need help, and hell, they were heading into a hospital anyway.

Wash was slightly less impressed to see the streetlamp ricochet. (Okay, the aim was impressive, but that didn't change the fact that Casey was effectively throwing his food out a window.) He turned his best exasperated stare on Casey. "Really?"