"Yeah, like usual," Wash replies, that hard, bitter knot back in his voice. "Guess there really wasn't much reason to come back for me."

He's turning away before York can reply, and part of him wishes he'd gone for a killshot straight off, orders be damned. She'd the last memories of that life, make it easier for everyone involved. Still, worst Freelancer and he was the one stood here now after the rest of them had gone. That counted for something.

"I'll be careful. I'm not a rookie anymore."