Wash removes his armour more slowly, more reluctant than York to reveal himself even to someone who knew him this well. He can't help but look when York has stripped off and he can see the scars. Enough of them new that he knows they're from after the Project. They're the marks of a life hard lived and hard won when he should have had someone there to watch his six, make up for his blind spot.

"Yeah, we do. There's a whole load of geothermal in this place. They tapped into it. Smart of them."

He peels off his own undersuit once York is in the shower and steps into his own, letting the hot water sluice away the aches and grime of the day. He's got his own scars, knives and gunshots. Mercenary work wasn't safe. And the weird pattern of electric lines down from the AI port in his neck, a spidery pattern. Epsilon's attempt to burn itself out.