"Yeah, that's me. York." His throat is raw from coughing, his voice low and rough when he answers her. "The 'other one' is over there... that's Ratchet." He lifts a hand just enough to gesture at the opposite row of bedrolls to another other man Sonia won't recognize, a frowning redhead attending to patients on the other side. And then he's lowering his voice even further, conspiratorially. "He's allergic to taking breaks. Make sure he eats today for me?"

Despite the fever his eyes are bright and curious as he turns his head to look at her properly... she's not acting like one of the nurses, the way she just sat down. And she mentioned Wash. "Who might you be?"