Man, the tone of his voice doesn't make it any easier to respond, either. York's not sure how this is supposed to go anymore. She's not sure what this is, if it's not some kind of pity move. She lets out an agitated noise, raking her hands back through her hair again, still looking uneasy.

"Shit, I don't know," she says, looking at Wash, and her expression is helpless, at a loss. It looks out of place on her face. "I don't know, okay? The way things've been goin' for me these days, I don't know what I'm supposed to think. Jesus, man, it's just -- don't look at me like that, all right?"