"When you might be on the line for people that I've faked my death twice to avoid- yeah, kid, it kinda matters." Wash doesn't do intuitive- he's a number two. Well. The kid he knew was a number two, a type B in a group of type As. Yessir, no sir, three bags full sir and a lot of shit can change a guy. That empty space is one he's trying to be aware of.

But.

Most of them did better with direction. And someone is holding the chain here, Wash mentioned calling in. Aside from safety and paranoia, there's reporting in.