Wash gave a casual one-shoulder shrug in return. His life ran on unfortunate narrative causality and crazy random happenstance, and he'd long since accepted it - it just resulted in watching what he said for fear of a speak of the devil moment when he couldn't afford one. (He'd summoned the Meta one too many times - no need to add the Nox to that tally.)

That shrug turned into a frown when Greg left the kitchen. So much for tacos.

He closed his eyes, frown deepening, at the conversation between Greg and Rose. "Keeping out of it isn't the answer," he said flatly, barely holding back a snarl, "and you know it."