They reach the room, a grey door in a hallway full of identical doors. Carolina unlocks it quickly and urges them inside. His room at the rebel base had been spartan. The room here didn't have much more personality than that. It was mostly the same layout as York's, a bed and a desk, none of the personal touches that his locker and quarters on the MOI had had. It was an empty shell of a room except for his armour.

"Sit him down," Carolina said. She slid out from Wash's side and headed to the bathroom to grab a glass of water for him.