[ Of course he'd looked. Monitored every communication, that sounds like him, and Wash can imagine it, York holed up somewhere, never giving up hope if he'd seen her hurtling off the cliff with his own eyes. He nods -- of course he wouldn't lie about this, but York's disbelief is more than understandable. ]

I can't tell you what she'd been doing all that time, but she found me eventually. Alive and well.

[ And he doesn't know what she might've said or done when Carolina went out on her own, that day, but Wash hopes it'd been enough for her. That it helped her, in some way. ]

I'm sorry I didn't tell you any of this sooner.