There's a silence, there, a pause, and Wash tries to read into it -- doesn't come up much. But he's quiet, when he watches her, when he considers what she's said, that same quietness to his tone when he does answer her, after a pause.

"Sure," and he stirs a little at his groats. "But not everyone does."

He's a soldier. He's seen the bodies -- and made them -- to prove it.