Wash knows a conversational door slam when he hears one. If Drift were someone he knew personally, or if he thought Drift's baggage was going to fuck up the team overall, he'd pursue; as it is, Drift is a stranger who just got an asshole from his past unceremoniously dumped in his lap. Wash can relate to that more than enough to respect that slammed door.

So he sighs and rolls his shoulders. "Look," he says after a few moments, "you're not the only person here who's left a name behind, and you're definitely not the only one dealing with some asshole from your past who really should have stayed buried. That happens a lot around here." He's thinking specifically of the Meta and Felix (who is still in the wind somewhere, probably on Rimbor, and boy did he ever not need that reminder today), but Locus had been a hard enough pill to swallow when he'd first arrived, and...well, nothing like seeing a long-dead friend to dig up all that emotional baggage that you'd buried completely instead of trying to deal with it.

It's been a super fun eight months in that regard.

"But if you ever need someone to run interference so you don't have to run into him, or if you want to prank him mercilessly, there are plenty of people here who will help." Wash is definitely among them, though he's pretty sure he tanked his first impression with Drift thoroughly enough that offering his services now won't actually help.