"I know what I am. I'm a soldier. I have a mission."

He flinches at the touch, stares down at where York has a hand against his wrist, the calm melting out of him like that. He looks up at York again, and for a moment just looks terrified and then...

"I treat him like a fucking adult," she says, slipping into the room, taking in the sight of them, the curl of York's fingers against his arm. "You took a while," she adds, nods at Wash before turning her attention back to York. "He's a soldier. We both are. Question is what are you these days?"