He doesn't mind her being sulky about it. Wash is definitely prone to -- lecture. Tucker calling him out on it is usually helpful. The quietness of her voice has him listening carefully, attentively, nodding. It's never nice to be underestimated, is it, except when you want to be -- which Wash did, for years and years, and even then.

And then she moves on, and he takes that as a cue not to press about it.

"Sure," Wash says with a nod. He'd finished his own food a while ago. He's almost getting used to the squirrel. "Should head back before too long, though."

Work, work. They've both forced themselves out for a break, somehow, but the medical tent is still very much on Wash's mind.