[While that's not exactly the reaction he'd expected, Wash finds that he completely understands. He's kind of in the same boat, actually, except he's a little more trained to work through exhaustion. Although little to no sleep for three straight days is definitely pushing it.]

Uh, no, go ahead. You look awful, I think some rest would do you some good. [Even if it's only a few minutes. All the same, Wash keeps standing and holds onto his gun, just in case.]

I'm Washington. Nice to meet you, I guess. Though the circumstances leave a little to be desired. [Mild sarcasm there. He then casts a wary glance around, just checking for more zombies before that sarcastic edge turns back into concern, his gaze dropping to John.] What are you doing out here, anyway? It's great that you're trying to protect people and all, but running yourself ragged is only going to hurt you. You were about to be eaten alive, and it didn't seem like you even noticed.

[He'll swear he's not scolding, he's just worried! Kids being eaten by zombies is something that seems better to prevent, after all.]