York looks- well. Like he usually does. Present and aware and vaguely amused at everything in general. Delta's in the other room fretting over every little detail. Possibly as a way to apologize, he doesn't care. He's too busy trying to put himself through the breathing exercises he did the last time he first ran into this with Clair.

It's only half working.

The handshake helps. He squeezes Mal's for a second, remembering the lazy warmth from the night before. "If we don't crash and burn. Just- don't follow the rabbit, alright? Or- you know. Sex thoughts. Can't help it."