It's the work of moments to throw on a shirt, button it enough to cover most of his chest, then grab his cane as --

"Hoban -- "

Phoebe sticks her head in and lobs a small, spherical clock in his direction. Wash catches it effortlessly as she adds, "Your father has the hover warmed up; are you ready?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, he told me." He stuffs the clock in his pocket. "And yeah, I think we are."

He looks at Zoe for confirmation.