We're all tied to home, even when it doesn't exist feels particularly targeted, even though there's no way anyone outside of the Bureau could have known the status of Wash's home dimension right now (Currently: Eaten By Interdimensional Cthulu). "Yeah, I'd love to figure out how I'm getting home," he says, a little too brightly for the conversation at hand, but it's either that or sarcasm and nobody here deserves the latter. "But since we're flying completely blind on that one, I'll settle for breaking the illusion and punching whatever's behind this in its goddamn face."

Slow breath in; slow breath out; keep your shit together, Wash. Focus. "Okay, Jin-Roh's one. Who else?"