Her hand comes to rest on Wash's shoulder, squeezing it, and it's easier to pull out of York's grasp when she's there, a grounding presence next to him. "I think the last thing either of us needs is more people messing with our heads after the Counsellor."

He might just go a little pale when the Counsellor is mentioned. Wishes he'd worn his helmet so that York wouldn't see it. "I gave him the AI like you said. I'm done here," he says, turning his full attention to Carolina instead.

She nods, doesn't release his shoulder. "Good. I'll report to Control now things have changed. There's a lot to report. Might want to hear from you."

He nods seriously. "I understand, boss."