"I don't mind it," Wash says quickly. "Just didn't expect it." He wasn't sure what he'd expected. Just not this, not the very human face looking back at him. He wonders if he'll even remember this later. It can't be real right?

He follows after York, holding tightly onto his hand as they leave his hazy nightmare and head somewhere different. Pictures on the walls, but what they actual depict isn't something that Wash can grasp. "Hm? I don't know. We didn't have them where I grew up."