[Ratchet makes a disgusted little noise in his throat, though it's clear he's no longer annoyed with Wash.]

Yeah, I'll brief him once he's mobile enough for it to potentially be a problem, I guess.

[He eyes Wash a moment.]

Thanks for saying something, I guess. We just--we didn't have anything like that back home, especially during the war. If you did your damn job nobody cared how you spent your off time, let alone who you spent it with. This is just a pain. [His tone is one of mildly irritated complaint, now--he's clearly not taking this personally, no matter how stupid he thinks it is.] What would they even do about it?