"Nice job acting unconscious. You're really selling it." He doesn't miss those twitches. It's a bare bones plan, but if Zetta's not even trying to go along with it, then he sees no reason to rein in the sass. Still, he carries Zetta over to one of the garden car's many benches and lays him out on it, making sure not to leave his head hanging over the edge or clonk him too hard on the stone. Wash can be an ass, sure, but he is actually trying to help. "Your ass is officially out of the road. Congratulations."