Wash held on tight to the wrist of his wounded hand, as if wanting the pain to go away would magically make it happen. He was starting to feel a little dizzy, a little woozy, and whether that came from his injury or from not having any idea where he was was anyone’s guess.
“Could be the really smart girl, but...” he trailed off, unnerved especially by the last portion of her response. “How do you not know what a Companion is? How does anyone not know what a Companion is? Children on the Rim know what Companions are.”
This was too bizarre. From the cars to her words to just the general feel of this place, something felt... off. Wrong. Maybe the crew wasn’t here. Maybe he was completely alone, in some strange new world, stranger than the worlds where people juggled goslings. He swayed a little back and forth,
He glanced again at the young woman who’d been kind enough to approach him.”Not an actual goddess,” he answered distantly, feeling more and more detached from reality by the second. “Just Amazon-esque. Warrior woman type. Tall, dark hair, dark skin... Do you have actual goddesses here?” He laughed weakly, feeling a tad bit hysterical - feeling, almost, as if he’d believe anything at the moment. “Wherever ‘here’ is? Weird question, I know, but could you tell me where the hell I am?”