Wash's eyes flickered side to side as if watching the words volley back and forth across a ping pong table. In the future.. but not as future and the future he was from. Checking the statement through one more time, Wash finally nodded. "Yes, that's pretty much it exactly."
There was going to be skepticism, how could there not? Even Wash couldn't believe everything that happened in this place. Finishing off the last of his 'meal' in a bite, he balled up the reflective wrapper and tucked it into the pocket of his cargo pants. "Does this sound familiar.. you're doing.. whatever someone in elven-ninety-four does, minding your own business and then, you're here. Little to no fanfare. You're facedown in the snow, right?"