[ Gaze lifting from the floor as Rinzler steps back over toward him, Wash catches the tilt of the program's head. Letting his rifle hang from one hand, he uses the other to wave the question off. He's fine. Dealt with plenty worse than this and kept going. ]

It's fine. It's nothing. Armour took the brunt of it.

[ A glance back down at his leg shows the puncture in the metal, blood just starting to trickle out. Really, it looks worse than it is. Hurts like a bitch, but he just needs a breath or two and he'll be good to go again. Chest heaving in something of a sigh, Wash nods to the hallway ahead of them. Maybe he's a little embarrassed to have taken a hit this early in, fighting alongside Rinzler, but he doesn't bother showing this or even let it bother him too much. Not a big deal. He's been fighting a while now before the program even showed up, so he was bound to pick up an injury at some point. ]

There'll probably be more coming this way. We should keep moving and meet them before they find anyone else.