For a full fucking twenty seconds, York just stares. That's Wash — no mistaking him — but that's...not right. They took Wash away after Epsilon killed itself in his head, certified him Article Twelve and locked him up. He looks older — he looks like he's aged, more like, but maybe going crazy just does that to a person. Seems pretty likely, anyway.

"How am I feeling?" Getting words out is still weirdly hard, like she's not used to the size of her tongue or the angle of her jaw, but her incredulity is kind of punching through everyone else. "Jesus Christ, Wash, they told us you went crazy! How the hell did you get out?"

The reality of just where they are doesn't seem to have permeated just yet, even though she technically has that information from Delta. Shit. This room doesn't look familiar, but Freelancer had all kinds of facilities. Did she almost die and then wind up back in fucking Freelancer?