"Wash, catch." The gun never wavers, and he catches the solvent she's thrown him to get rid of the lockdown paint. There's betrayal thick in York's voice and for a moment Wash feels a flush of deep guilt. But no, no Carolina is right. They'll make this right. York will understand eventually.

He straightens up, grabs his rifle and aims, just as backup.

"I'm not going to kill you, York," Carolina says. Her voice is harder, but there's an edge of cool amusement in it. "Not unless you do something really stupid." There's a tilt to her head then. "Which to be fair is entirely possible."