"Area's clear except you." Not that he expects Wash to take him at his word, but he wasn't a complete novice. He'd checked and primed and set up a perimeter. If Wash peeked over the ledge he'd see, maybe, the strut hidden in one of the bushes marking one of his trackers. A direct alarm that would ping to his helmet. Sue him, he hadn't thought anyone could make it up the ledge Wash had climbed. Then again he hadn't anticipated a former freelancer.

"What're you low on? I got plenty."