Wash bit back an ugly laugh. He'd calmed down enough to realize that Luna still wasn't getting it, and laughing at her - at anything - right now wouldn't help. "That's one way of putting it."

He took another moment and another deep breath - and those were helping - to try to center himself before he attempted an explanation. "No, it didn't hurt." Small favors. "It's just- Over the past few days, I've been run over by one Meowjesty, sat on by another, and had to fight the worst enemy I've ever faced, again, with a few extra powers thrown in because why the hell not. I thought I could handle a new world. I mean, the Mother of Invention's already here - how much worse could it get?" Come to think of it, that was probably not the best way to phrase things. Too late now. "I didn't expect to wind up in a different body- I didn't know that could even happen! I can't even stand like that, never mind defend myself, and I-" Wash was working himself into a panic again, and he stopped, trying to catch himself before he went too far. "There's only so much I can handle at once," he continued after a few moments and a few more deep breaths. "And that kind of shock is- it's too much."