[ Wash translates that to "I'm dealing because I have no choice" and his smile back is understanding, as well as amused how she chose to phrase it. She reminds him of home, honestly. He can't help thinking she'd get along famously with his team. ]

That's about where I'm at, too. I feel a little better out of the Safehouse.

[ It's been a few days, enough for him to be reasonably certain there's nothing in their food or water there, but he's not really sleeping and doesn't trust that there aren't bugs somewhere. Or moles. Hell, maybe Sharkface is right and this place is advanced enough to monitor them through their implants too besides location info, but that degree of paranoia would probably wreck him so he's choosing to believe it's primarily the network and Safehouse that are being watched.

They fall into step together, Wash taking slightly shorter ones so she doesn't have to feel rushed. ]

Most people are blowing their stipend on booze, I've noticed.