[In the past, Wash might have let that slide. The same way you sigh and let it slide when your friends mock you for the umpteenth time for having your nuts grappled.]

[But it's been a long time since he's seen Carolina. A lot's happened since then: Recovery One, the end of project Freelancer, a short stint in a military prison...]

[So instead his voice gets dryer than a tumbleweed.]

We're in another dimension where people broke reality with magic fairy dust that grants nightmares [He wiggles his fingers] we got put on a mission with people who don't know how to fire a gun, and we just fought chest-bursting, acid-spewing aliens from the movies.

And I'm talking to my friend who supposedly fell off a very high cliff.

[He holds up a finger.]

I think questioning my entire reality and wondering if this is a very punishing afterlife is incredibly observant.