"This place is nothing like where I'm from," Wash says candidly. "I have no idea what's out there, but the sonic barriers are up for a reason. I'm not going to tell you not to go, and I'm not going to tell you not to enjoy yourself - just be careful." He can't just leave it there. "Also, you have sticks in your hair. I dunno if that bothers you or not." Might as well tell him.

"Green, I guess." The past few years have given Wash an automatic aversion to joining a red team in any capacity. He glances at the rules again. "Though honestly, I'm tempted to put the whole thing away and get out a deck of cards instead." He'd brought a deck with him; experience had taught him that it's a good thing to have on him, especially when faced with the prospect of a whole lot of down time.