True to his word, Wash had come to the training session as well, if only to watch (not to heckle, he has to remind himself. It's easy to slip back into old habits with York; it's different with Pidge). So he's in his sweats, leaning against the wall, with a bag of oranges and space capri suns at his feet. He'd been debating popcorn, but...well, old habits and Pidge. It would have sent the wrong impression.

He opens his mouth to reprimand Pidge - eyes forward; you can talk to Delta later - and closes it again. Not his session, and knowing York, Pidge will learn the hard way. He does have a few things to say about her progress, though. "She's got the basics down," he says. "We're working on throws, holds, and redirection - anything that uses her size to her advantage. Think sparring with CT."