[ Wash winces at the way Ephemera says his name, suddenly very aware of the way that Carolina is keeping herself between them. He looks sheepish. ]

It's my name. I never lied, just didn't want to die either, and then I felt like we were actually getting along, like...

[ He flaps his arms slightly, not sure how to put it... he should have practiced this part more. His eyes go to the other man hanging back across the room, who looks vaguely familiar from the Safehouse. That must be Drake. No Angela, not yet, but if she shows he won't out that she knew. ]

Maybe it was a mistake.

[ They come farther in, put some distance between themselves and Ephemera, and then the door opens again. There's Angela. She looks... cold.

Wash is more worried now, but tries not to let it show.

He fails. ]