"Really? You still got that sweet tooth?" He quirks a brow at Wash, ladeling himself a huge bowl of the stew. Now that? That he can and will work with. His grin's wide and easy- up till the end of that. "You and me."

He'd kept track. Kept eyes on everyone after the Mother of Invention crashed. "Florida bit it in a box canyon, Tex killed Wyoming, Tex got wiped in an EMP that lost a bunch of useful, incriminating data, South killed North then got herself shot somewhere else and Maine- died before I ever crashed the damn ship."

Voice thickening a bit he swallows, forcing back the guilt. "Clair fell. It's just us, Rookie."