[ He'd also like the non-cliffnotes version, but he'll give you some credit for at all cooperating. Wash watches him push himself up to his feet, still gauging his condition, and he moves forward again, hand on his shoulder, friendly more than trying to hold him in place -- though he is still keeping him still. He's not a doctor, and thankfully they actually have one now, but Wash still knows enough to get a decent read of how he is.

Other than pissed off. He knows that part already. ]

We are going to get her back. [ There's a real determination there. Leaving her there isn't an option. ] We just aren't going to be idiots about it, either.

What were you even going to do? Toss some gear into a burlap sack and hope to get past all their security alone?