This is going to be one of those stories that will be hilarious in retelling and is horribly awkward right now. Wash should know; his life is comprised of those kinds of stories.

But the younger Olumite has thrown them a lifeline, and Wash latches on to it, offering her that same half-embarrassed smile. "It's alright - she caught us a little off guard is all, and, well, he's just shy." He pats Chief's arm affectionately. "But thank you." It's gratitude and a polite dismissal - everything's fine; you're free to take your grandmother and go.