Wash nods, settles back into a fighting stance focussing on York, although he keeps half an eye on what the kids are doing. Rebels. The rebels. Not kids. They're a job, not friends. They are definitely learning. Sure they probably won't ever be Freelancer good, but they've got a hell of a lot better chance of surviving this way than they would otherwise.

He doesn't respond to York, just heads for the other man, a little more slowly, ready to grab hold of him if they need to slow it down.