"Oh." So probably about as miserable as he'd seemed when he talked about them. They tortured him--Wash probably can't come up with uglier details than that fact. (Still, imagining him there makes her wish she could march in there with a sharp knife.)

She does her best to smooth out the little frown that hitched up between her brows, nodding. Probably better to stick to talking about traps and tracking. "We were out in the middle of nowhere, and I wanted to learn. Wanted to be useful."