Maybe it would help. Maybe it would just give another person something to wield against her. Wash doesn't seem the type, but can you ever tell? She's never been very good at guessing other people's motivations, after all.

But she strides purposefully alongside him, all the same. And if she's going to accept his help on one front, perhaps it makes more sense to commit completely to the idea. Who else does she have to speak to?

Still, she's quiet for some time before lifting her chin, glancing in Wash's direction. "Did I mention the similarities between the Cetagandans and the corporation I serve, in my own world?"