[ She doesn’t quite manage to keep the flash of surprise off her face, and she breathes out a quiet laugh that’s more surprised than amused, too. That’s— not something she expected to hear, nor something she expects to hit the way it does. It is funny, in a way; there was a time back home they were basically the last two Freelancers standing, too, and in the end they’d just fucked each other over. Now here they are again and they’re… helping.

It’s been harder to trust herself, since North vanished; the last time she was anywhere without him nearby, it was because she’d let him die, and if she’s honest with herself she still doesn’t know who she is on her own. But the difference is this time she has people around. Not many, but some. It’s weird to count Wash among that, even after the rig, but he does count. ]

…yeah. Yeah, it sure fuckin’ has, hasn’t it.

[ She stands back up straight, laces her fingers to stretch her arms out in front of her. ]

Y’know the first thing ‘Lina and I did after North vanished was spar, too.