Connie nods, stealing another quick kiss before she takes a step back and towards the bedroom. She pauses at the small pile of her armour, remembering the unexpected handful of goodies she'd picked up at York's bar and sorts through the pieces to find the pouch she'd shoved them into. In the small amount of time it took for her to do that, Wash is already almost done with his armour; and she'd be lying if Wash's enthusiasm for her wasn't a great ego boost.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom- her bedroom, she glances back to Wash with a smile, extending a hand out for him.