On the other end of the line, Wash's sudden grin is a bit manic. Some of this carries through in his voice.

"A Zoe's just gone into labor kind of situation?" he offers. A deep breath as he rakes a hand through his hair. "My dad's firing up their hover, we should be over to you in ten or fifteen minutes."

It'd be less if he was driving. And with less chance of crashing, too.