For what it's worth, Wash has gotten good at not sounding outright crazy. There are some days, however, when it just slips out; as far as he's concerned, a fucking death arena definitely counts as extenuating circumstances.

"Hopefully." He falls in step next to Chief, and...he's not going to get out of this, is he. "Two tributes, humanoid, working as a team - partners or siblings or something. They strung up a Harrubian girl in the forest and used her as bait for a trap, and I knew it was a trap, but..." He shrugs. What else was he going to do in that situation? "I cut her loose, and they went after me. I found cover in the underbrush and got the drop on one of them - took his gun, slit his throat. The other one shot me with something that knocked out my motor functions and teleported away with her partner." That particular drawn-out brush with death is still something he prefers not to think about. "Evidently the girl's mom is a botanist, so she knew her way around plants. She found me and got me on my feet again."