She can't say that it's not a relief, the way Wash reacts to it. That he takes it in stride, tries to keep them level despite her knee jerk response. York manages a half-smile, still subdued and self-depreciating, finally loosening her grip on the edge of the counter. She flexes her fingers absent-mindedly.

"Yes and no," she admits, smoothing her hands over the front of her jeans. "I mean -- I can see it, you know? 'Course I do. I just...wasn't expecting it from you. It just seemed -- I dunno, I guess I just assumed you weren't really interested, not like that. Goes to show you what I know." She rakes a hand back through her hair, letting out a breath. She looks at him, her smile sheepish and almost nervous, as much as she ever looks nervous. "So, what -- you wanna take me out on a date, is that what you're sayin'?"