York snorts, wiping down the bartop and tossing the rag into a bin. "That's just what I call him. He's got some weird alien name, rhymes with Ajax. In any case, I don't think he really cares," she says, shrugging. "He's kinda gruff, but honestly, he's not a bad guy once you get to know him a little. He can be funny."

Enough smalltalk for now, though. She levels her gaze at Wash as she reaches for some dirty glasses to clean them, raising an eyebrow. "So what's up, huh? Somethin' wrong?"