It's not hard to hear the shouting that's coming from the newly installed playground, especially while taking a walk around outside, observing all of these strange new changes. Upon hearing it, however, Wash stops in his tracks and looks off in the direction of the yell. Never one to ignore the sound of someone in distress, he takes off running in the direction of the playground and hopes that nothing is too terribly wrong, or that whatever it is, he can help to fix it.

Chest tight with concern, the space marine comes to a skidding halt just at the bottom of the playground and gazes upward. His eyes flit around, trying to locate the source. It doesn't take long to spot the little girl, way up high, who was no doubt the one who called out. For a...Mister Bubbles, if he'd heard that right? Man, that...sounds familiar, for some reason...

"Are you okay?!" He shouts up to her, his helmeted head cocking to one side in an expression of worried curiosity. "Are you looking for someone? Or do you need help getting down?"