Wash is heading back to quarters after a stint in the training room. Eventually, he's going to figure out the holograms well enough to recreate some of the training sims FILSS ran on the Mother of Invention (or he'd just swallow his pride and ask for a tutorial); for now, the punching bag is a good substitute. He's got gym clothes on and a towel around his neck, casually reading faces as he goes, and- huh. She looks new.

And she's talking to him. Okay, then.

He stops and turns back to her. "Sure. What's up?"