"I learned how to speak Maine," Wash explains, and nudges Maine himself with his elbow. Sorry big guy, he knows you too well. He's absolutely going to use that knowledge for evil. And He trusts Maine's judgement. Mostly. About people at least. He's not planning on emulating Maine's attitude towards combat.

And now people are asking for his thoughts like he actually know what he's doing. Like he hasn't been lone-wolfing it up for the past few years, trusting only himself.

"We need to make sure stuff still works. Like it or not, we're still stuck here, and we're gonna need whatever's left to keep us alive through winter. If we get that sorted, then we can think about rescues or... whatever."