Wash has half a dozen different kinds of fruit on his tray and is debating going for seven. He's just decided sure, why the hell not, if he doesn't like the weird alien fruit in front of him he has six different backups on his tray, when someone stands next to him, muttering. Having half a conversation, the other half with someone invisible and inaudible and very likely entirely internal-

It's York, probably talking with Delta. Of course it's York.

For a moment, Wash considers dropping the tray and making a break for it. It's too soon- he hasn't gotten himself together yet- he can't deal with this-

No. Fuck it. He's gotten more sleep now than he usually does over the span of half a week, he's functioning just fine, and he can't keep running from this. York is here now; therefore, Wash is going to damn well deal with it.

Except now York is turning to bail, because evidently neither of them is any good at this. So of course Wash says the first thing that comes to mind.

"Since when do you eat grapefruit?"