Wash was still trying to adjust to being out of a war zone - well, in a different war zone, at least. Freesia was a little less active than Chorus in terms of whether he was going to die in the next five minutes, and it was going to take him some time to adjust, starting with getting comfortable outside of his armor again.

He'd opened the door to his room and taken off his helmet before he realized there was someone else in there; it took another few seconds for it to click just who that someone else was. "Dammit, York, really?"