You have one here. [ Rubbing his hand over his face, tiredly, looking at her for a moment between his fingers with a genuine but pained kind of smile. ] Just not a very good one, because I'm going to have to send you back.

[ Moving that hand up to rake through his hair, closing his eyes briefly with a sigh before he moves forward. He moves beside her, a friend here, not an officer, their shoulders brushing briefly as he leans back against a nearby tree and folds his arms loosely over his chest. ]

We'll get you out of there, alright? Byerly and Sonia, too. [ Grim determination. The odds sound slimmer and slimmer, but the objective doesn't change, as far as Wash's concerned. Back to business, then. ] What's your read on the situation with Byerly, what do you think they'll do with him, interrogation aside? What's your plan for leaning on Diya?