York's brow furrows, her good eye sliding off to a distant corner of the room in thought, but it's only for a moment, and a muted smile breaks out across her face, crinkling the burned pink flesh that peeks out from underneath the gauze. She lets out a quiet chuckle, rubbing her thumb along the rim of her glass. "Hey, that's today?" she says, her smile broadening a little. Yeah, a year sounds about right, now that she thinks about it. She hasn't exactly kept track of the dates, and she's had a few other things on her mind more important than the anniversary of her getting jerked out of her own universe. But meeting Wash, this Wash -- yeah, that's worth remembering. "Man, I didn't even know you were keepin' track."