Wash will say this for Drift: he cottons on quickly. His gaze stays forward, keeping an eye on the kids (some of whom are still doing jumping jacks, and some of whom seem to be trying to learn how to fly by flapping their arms really hard) as he murmurs a reply. "Yeah, a little bit."

But it's possible that Drift somehow has zero experience with kids, and Wash can't leave him hanging - not when there's no telling how long they'll be keeping track of this particular group. "Look, they're really young. They have no combat experience and no mind for it, and it's not our job to teach them either of those. We just need to keep them busy with fun and probably mindless activities until one of us can get enough space to call security and figure out where they're supposed to be."