Every gesture, every word, every scent. So they're one of those types of people. Wash could've guessed some of it, just by the impression these people gave, by the elaborate facepaint, just how beautiful the facility seems to be despite being ostensibly a military base. Technologically advanced, with a strange social structure -- ghem, that's a word he's heard before, too, and he makes a note to try and learn more about what all of it means.

There's a bit of a grimness to his expression, now. Wash is all too aware that when it comes to most social situations, he doesn't -- fit in, all that well, even in a culture he's familiar with. In an entirely foreign culture with a tendency for subtlety, who knows what he might end up doing to accidentally offend them.

"Thanks." A nod. "At least I'm not completely in the dark, now, though I'm not looking forward to dealing with any of this."