It takes her this damn long to get a straight answer out of Wash, and she can't say she likes what she hears. The look she gives him is a little incredulous at first, like she can't really believe him, and then she rocks from foot to foot, huffing out an agitated sigh. She hadn't even thought of that as a possibility, not since they left Sacrosanct. There aren't teleporters here, or any of the bullshit associated with them. It hadn't even occurred to her that there might have been something between here and Sacrosanct.

York's gaze settles back on Wash, one eyebrow raised slightly. It's an expectant look. "And you'll didn't feel the need to mention this till now because...?"