"I hope not." He finishes affixing the generator to the wall and turns around. "DC, hush." DC, who had been meowing his protest at the thwarting of his escape attempt, quiets down a bit and heads over to Wash, butting his head against Wash's shins. Pet him.

Wash obliges and picks him up. "He didn't use to be a door darter - hopefully he'll settle down once he gets used to the change." Which may be a lot further into the future than Wash is really prepared to think about right now. "How are you holding up?"