Wash abruptly falls through the table and thunks to the ground. Screaming combat instincts don't let him stay down for long, and he immediately rolls away from the table and to his feet, clocking a technician on the way up and using his momentum to put extra force behind the blow. The technician crumples, and Wash moves over him, lunging for the next one. "Don't bother with the lecture," he snarls as the technician backs away from him, because an angry Freelancer is a scary Freelancer. "They're not real."