[Ferran, at least, isn't daunted by Wash's volume—his anxiety over the fire (and the relief of being removed from the situation) overrides just about everything else right now. He straightens up and sits on the desktop he was leaning over, a slow sigh escaping him. Wash, apparently, has similar reservations with similar intensity... which would make some sense, now that he thinks about it.]

Well, I'm glad we agree... [He folds his arms, frowning.] Even if she happens to have precautions in place, which I doubt, throwing uncontrolled flames at visitors isn't exactly a good welcome.

[And half mumbled:] Even for people who don't have phobias.