Wash grits his teeth as his arm gets yanked. They're not fucking around here. If he doesn't give them what they want, they're going to hurt him. No question about that. Problem is, what he has to give them isn't something they're going to like. Much less believe. Doesn't bode well for him.

Guess he'll have to hope luck's on his side today.

"Look. I'm not from your universe, all right? And I didn't come here on purpose. None of us did. Whoever put us on that shuttle, whatever-- that's what you're looking for. Not us." He shakes his head and shoots the woman a glare. "We're just stuck here."