"You're right, you ain't no baby. You're a big girl, ain't she?" He asks Wash, wondering what he's hearing. It's just a whirlwind of indecipherable light and sound to him.

"Just ignore it. It's just you an' me an' we're still crossin', okay. We're still crossin'. She got a song she likes or somethin'? A story? Somethin' you can say to her?"

Anything to keep her little mind distracted.