Zoe was counting stairs. She wasn't winded, even with the added weight of an ex. She just continued upwards as that really was the only thing to do. She glanced at him at the question.
"Yes. Jesse." She wasn't exactly shutting down, but the questions were or felt repetitive. Had they not already gone over this? Wash knew that the constant questioning could upset her, or more anger her. His lack of purpose for the questions was even more upsetting. Why was he asking?
"You doing okay? Not many floors left now." She hoped so anyway, if she remembered the right floor, and she probably did. Up and up.