That's enough to get Wash to stop in his tracks, and he reaches for his drink again, downing the rest of his shot in a quick gulp. There's just enough left for it to burn, and he lets it reach the bottom of his throat while he searches for the words, not sure how to even begin describing this. The best way, he supposes, is always the simplest.

"When we went through the teleporter," he starts, looking down into his empty glass. "When we left, I-- I mean, I ended up here, but... I got sent home first."