Wash winces, but that's it. He feels more settled now he's spoken to Carolina. Like finding his footing again after a fall. York had left him off balance and that had screwed him over, made him weak. He was going to be stronger. He's worked enough with Carolina that she doesn't need to speak to give him orders a lot of the time. Like now when he steps up and disarms York swiftly, before unfastening the catches of his helmet.

He pulls it up and off his head, sets it away out of reach and draws his own sidearm, keeps it trained on him.

And then Carolina is walking around to stand in front of him, grabs his chin and forces his head up. "It's been a long time, Taylor."