That's -- a good point, one that'd slipped his mind. If they really were concerned about some kind of infection, they certainly weren't being as careful as they should be. He turns to look back towards the medbay door, his brows knitting. They must have brought them here for a reason. If they haven't . . . Well, even if they didn't know anything, even if something else had brought them here, there was still no reason to trust the Cetagandans just because they happened to be the ones to find them out there.

"They seem pretty well supplied -- maybe caring for a few extra mouths isn't that much trouble," he says, looking back to Ratchet. "Still no reason to let our guard down."

Yeah, he's. That kind of guy. A pause, and Wash eventually speaks up again, in an attempt to be at least a little friendly. The people brought here under the same circumstances are the closest thing to allies he has, here.

"It's Washington, by the way." No handshake, but a nod.