Wash briefly assesses the pile of parts and says nothing. He doesn't see a lot of potential in them, but he's also not the mechanical genius in the equation. He's seen what Pidge can do with quality equipment; hopefully she can apply those same skills to junk.

"Let me know if I can help," he says, picking up the rations she'd set down and expertly flipping them over in his hands. Snap this, fold this, peel this back, and after a few moments he sets a still-heating meal down in front of Pidge. When you live off of MREs for a few years, you learn your way around them and you never really forget it.