"Yes, please," Wash says with some vehemence. He doesn't care about the stupid wristband right now. He just wants to not be here anymore. He wants to see the outside.

He shakes his head at the question. "Didn't exactly have much time to chat."

Even if chatting was something that he was generally inclined to do. He's even less likely to do it in a hostage situation.

He starts to walk, determined to leave even if everyone else wants to poke around. This whole situation has been unsettling in the extreme.