Sith sticks in Wash's brain and rattles around for a second or two longer than it should. Sith. Holy shit, Aden is from a galaxy far, far away.

To his credit, Wash's poker face stays up, and he doesn't say a damn thing about it, instead picking up the previous conversational thread, as though the ongoing conversation isn't also batshit insane. "Yeah, Leatherface is the villain of a horror franchise. He literally wears a mask made out of someone else's face, hence the name. It's pretty fucked up." Darth Leatherface. What the fuck.

Athena considers the situation for a moment, then bends down, picks up the dead chinchilla in her teeth, and deposits it neatly in the outstretched hand. There. You're welcome. Jeez, does she have to do everything around here?

Wash snorts a laugh. "I think you can take that as a yes."