Wash doesn't make eye contact with the Olumite, but the Chief does. He doesn't even have to scowl, the holographic disguise does nothing to lessen his imposing figure. The alien's expression is much chastened as they look away.

Okay, perhaps he scowled a little. This is already uncomfortable enough as it is without drawing attention to the scars Wash's holodisguise can't cover.

"Yeah," he replies, focusing back on Wash. The singing stones have settled into their final consensus on what Chief-and-Wash-together sounds like, his subconscious notes. It's inoffensive, perhaps even a bit better than inoffensive, and thus doesn't demand his attention. They were supposed to get something out of this, but he's used to not getting what other people do out of experiences.

He puts an arm across Wash's shoulders. It's something they practiced that's still not quite natural to him, but it seems to be an appropriate thing to do here.

"C'mon. We still have a full itinerary."