Well that's reassuring. Wash shifts his grip on the knife, more for intimidation purposes than anything else.

"That's a good question." There's a hard, sarcastic edge to his voice; it's frustration born of sleep deprivation and too many drastic changes too quickly, and he pushes that edge. "See, he pulled me here without warning, but you attacked me on sight. I don't really like either of you right now."