[The instant Adam is through the door, Wash follows, and practically slams it shut behind himself. Quickly twisting the lock, he turns back to face Adam and the rest of the room. The room which looks a lot like the one he had on the Mother of Invention, the spaceship he'd been living on back home. Metal walls, metal floors, all looking very clean and...almost sterile. Standard issue twin bed, desk, and his closet with a metal, automatic sliding door. The only thing that looks out of place, aside from the orange ball of fur on the bed, is the purple circular rug on the floor. He'd wanted something to brighten the room up a little, but the closet...gave him the wrong colour.]

We should probably block the door.

[Hooking a thumb over his shoulder to point to the very door in question, he takes a couple of hurried steps forward and points to the desk.]

I can push this up against it if you want to start pulling some mirrors out of the closet?

[He's not exactly used to taking the lead in any dire situations, much more used to being the follower, so his words come out more as suggestions than demands. If Adam wants, they can switch jobs, he doesn't mind, he just wants to keep them both safe. Considering he's pretty sure Adam feels the same way, he doubts he'll get any complaints, but still. They can talk it out better if he wants to.]