Wash was slowly coming down from his panic, which was making things easier, but only marginally. At least he was coherent enough to speak. "No, it- it's not you. It's that." He gestured vaguely at the portal, likely meaning Ponyville instead. "I mean, I'd love to be able to walk into a new world without getting immediately fucked over, but I guess that's just too much to ask."

Later, after he'd calmed down, Wash would feel bad for having rained so thoroughly on Luna's parade. Right now, however, he was still beyond that.