Wash gives him a sceptical look that should be obvious in the tilt of his helmet. He'd given up trusting other people a long time ago. Why should this be any different? "I got the drop on you," he points out. It's more that he needs a moment to breathe, slip back into a professional mindset. Do the job, get paid, get off this pit of a planet and then... He'll think about that afterwards.

"Honestly? Everything. Ammo and weapons. Food is... Not terrible but way things are going the fight could take a lot longer than they thought it would. We could rig the place. I'll send someone back for the rest."