I'm not worried about them. I'm not going to give them anything.

[ Maybe he doesn't mean to say it as bitterly as it leaves his mouth, but it's the same line of thought he's stuck too since he'd showed up. Nothing's going to change that, not even anything Wash might say, and his expression only deepens into something a bit darker the longer he speaks. The only reason he's willing to stick with any of these people is because of the fact they're in the exact same situation. Otherwise, he would have been gone as quickly as he'd shown up. Somehow.

Still, underneath all that, it's impossible to hide his surprise. ] 2557? You're telling me you're from the future, and I'm supposed to think about what everyone here might want from me. How does that even work? [ It's mostly the confusion, drawing back and dropping the spoon on the table as if he's suddenly disgusted with the idea of taking anything from these people. ] I thought everyone would have been dead by then.

[ That's only assuming he and Wash are from the same timeline. Egil really has no clue. ]