[ He wants it. He thinks he has his anger under control, anyway, even it he kind of doesn't have as good a grip on it as he thinks. Intentionally, Wash takes her ungloved hand and squeezes that one -- he feels more pissed off than she's ever experienced in him, and it's just an echo. Maybe she can figure out why he pulled back like that, now. But there's also determination as he figures out how far they are from fifty-sixth. ]

What? No. They'll have either cotton or real earplugs. The shitty kind you can still hear through, but it'll keep anything from getting back in.