[ wash is going to kind of ignore the part that she said about the york i knew -- he gets that she apparently knew different versions of them, that this included wash himself, but he just. really doesn't want to think about it too much yet. maybe some other time. but right now whenever its come up he's just kind of steadfastly refused to engage with it. he hears it, and he remembers it, but he's just not going to talk about it.

there's a bit of amusement when she mimics north's voice, but then -- huh. his brows knit in confusion. its like nothing happened at all but something did happen, too, he can still see her, he's literally right in front of her, but he also can't quite -- focus on her.

he shakes his head, looking away for a moment and looking back in an attempt to "reset" himself, but that almost makes it harder. it's bewildering and disorienting when she's right there, and he blinks, looks away again. ]

That's -- Okay. You can turn that off now. [ another shake of his head, god that's strange. ] I can see how that'd be useful, though, if you weren't already right here in front of me.