It was telling that Ezra hadn't caught it for what it was. He didn't expect jokes. From anyone. Ever.
"Where are you from?" he asked. "And twenty-one." He'd never been a big drinker. Or anything. Like he'd never touched Wash, even if it was currently eating his sister alive.
"OKay," he said, because he didn't want to fight her on it. And walking in the open for a few miles meant they might find a straggler here or there.