He readies himself and moves on her mark, keeping pace with Pidge as best he can. He counts silently beside her, just in case, but despite exhaustion she's completely on her game. The trap is loud and ugly and leaves his ears ringing, but they make it out the other side in one thoroughly unsquished piece. Wash glances at the trap behind them - quiet and still, now that they're out of range, and looks back at Pidge. The tears may be a result of exhaustion or frustration, but that doesn't mean he's exactly happy to see her upset. For a moment, his stomach twists and his lip curls - Arcade pulled children into this death arena, and he's going to damn well get what's coming to him.

But that's in the future. The next moment, his expression falls back to neutral, and he places a hand lightly on her shoulder. "Well done."

The door ahead of them is still a few yards away - and automatic, much like the one behind them, he notices with displeasure. It could open at just about any moment and they wouldn't have any say in it. Still, for the moment, it's closed, and it's a moment they should take advantage of. "We should rest here." He rubs his ear with a hand. "Or at least wait until we can hear normally again."