"Chorus," Delta repeats in confirmation. He seems like he's about to say something else, but instead, abruptly: "York is waking up now."

"What the hell," York mumbles, feeling like she's fighting for her fucking life to be conscious. She manages to lift an impossibly heavy hand and brings it to her face, trying to massage her eyes open. The talk between Delta and Wash is only on the edge of hearing, like she's listening to Delta's end of a phone conversation and the other person is nothing but muffled prosody. She finally blinks herself fully awake, staring at the unfamiliar and notably indoor ceiling, then rolls her head to the side to catch the person in her peripheral vision and then all of a sudden, she looks like the one who's just seen a ghost.

"Holy shit — Wash?"