He was halfway back to the solid wall which had been his portal into this ship when he was jerked to a stop with a hand snagging his outermost shirt. A secondary move had him turning back with a flail at the other man. "I have to go look for them. We never leave the gang behind." He had a look of determination and begging mixed into one. Though the truth of dying in the cold held him back long after the man let go.
"Tomorrow, right." Not that he could possibly sleep, knowing the others could be out there, potentially freezing. still he would have to wait, suffering his own resignment to logic. "Shiny?" He questioned the term as he saw a great many things that were shiny around him, his sword included. The man, this Wash had no such weapon. "Do all men go about unarmed? Peace must have finally come then." Obviously.