Alright, it's true — it has been awhile, even without factoring in the time she's dead, which she hasn't, yet, because she's still working on that one. But she's spent years looking for Carolina, ever since that ship crashed on Sidewinder. She smooths her fingers over the neural implant at the nape of her neck, tracing over familiar textures, the assurance that Delta's there, that she's still whole.

She's still staring at him, but it's a little less shock and a little more taking stock, and the information Delta had gleaned from his brief conversation with Wash is starting to permeate. She wonders if he knows it was Wyoming who killed her, and if she can possibly keep that to herself until she's really in the ground.

"Didn't know you could cure crazy," she says, still reeling a little — no, a lot, let's be real. She starts to push herself up into a sitting position, slowly. "Or dead, for that matter. Where the hell's Chorus? All D's got is that it's some settler colony. Freelancer expanding their operations to even more backwater nowhere now?"

York is considering the possibility that Wash, while (allegedly) less crazy, never actually got away from Freelancer, and that somehow she was medevaced back to some facility on a planet she's never even heard of. Shit, maybe he's still crazy and he's just delusional about her being dead and — well, Delta says he thinks Wash's sanity seems to be "within acceptable standard deviations", but she's still working through what seems like a simply insane scenario.