"I'm okay." It's not quite the truth, but it's not an out-and-out lie either; it's somewhere in the odd gray area between 'not as okay as he'd like to be' and 'not a complete wreck.' He settles in at the table and wraps his hands around the cup of tea. It's hot, but he's beyond caring. "It's not the worst battle I've ever been in, and..." There's really no good way to say this. "Honestly, she's not the first ally I've lost, and I'm sure she won't be the last." Wash has long since stopped having illusions about his life; there's no point, as all they do is give him false hope and leave him to be destroyed when reality comes knocking.

"How are you holding up?" Kubo was on the hellship - Wash should be worried about him, not the other way around.