[ Some very unresolved business. Wash turns to the fire, watching Ratchet out of the corner of his eye. He still can't quite read him, but it's none of his business, really, is it. ]

Seven feet tall and part of the reason York couldn't see shit on his left, yeah. [ A pause. ] Or well, he used not be able to.

[ He's still getting used to the new eye, thing, and it still instinctively makes him wary. It seems to be suiting York well enough though, as far as he's seen. ]

Maine's -- kind of a wild one. Not that he isn't a fucking asshole sometimes, but end of the day we were all still a team. Somehow.