The younger Olumite's smile is still somewhat strained, but grateful as she steers her grandmother away.

"Goodbye!" she says. Thank you, she mouths to Wash in particular.

"You're very fortunate to have what you do, I hope your union is a long and happy one!" the elder calls over her shoulder.

"Nana, you're embarrassing me!"

As the women go, the Chief glances sidelong at Wash, arching one eyebrow.

"Shy?"

It would be the first time anyone's called him that, even if it's just a cover. It's hilarious.

Perhaps notably, he hasn't bothered to move away from Wash or pull his arm back yet.