[ Walking into the room, Wash pauses, nearly doing a double take at the sight of that oh so familiar face. Carolina's here? He almost blurts it out in his surprise but at the last second catches himself. Obviously she's here. He's looking at her. And it stands to reason that if Maine wasn't a hallucination brought on by stress and the muddle of Epsilon and Church's memories, she probably isn't either.

And thank fucking God for that. ]

It probably doesn't matter. [ He offers the answer in lieu of a greeting, though the crooked smile he gives her is absolutely a hello. Wash jerks a thumb over his shoulder. ] I passed like twenty of the things out in the hallway.

[ The crooked smile turns just a tiny bit sly and teasing as he arches an eyebrow. ]

You can have them all if you want them.