[When she whips around on him, Wash springs back a step, his arms raising in an instinctive reaction to having a gun aimed at him while he's got no weapon of his own. Even if it's a toy gun that can't do anything. Instinct, man.]
Sorry! [The apology spills out of his mouth quickly, considering he's just done what he was trying to avoid in startling her. He'd hoped she might have heard him approach, or something.]
I didn't mean to surprise you. I thought that-- ...Well, nevermind. Sorry, my mistake.
[He lowers his arms, now that his own little shock is over. And yeah, he is pretty glad she didn't slam the rifle into his face. Even with the helmet on, that would hurt, he's sure she's got the strength to make it so.]
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Sorry! [The apology spills out of his mouth quickly, considering he's just done what he was trying to avoid in startling her. He'd hoped she might have heard him approach, or something.]
I didn't mean to surprise you. I thought that-- ...Well, nevermind. Sorry, my mistake.
[He lowers his arms, now that his own little shock is over. And yeah, he is pretty glad she didn't slam the rifle into his face. Even with the helmet on, that would hurt, he's sure she's got the strength to make it so.]