It is his plan, after all. And though she's (mostly) gotten herself out from under the looming shadow of the board and her perpetual failure to measure up, CT's still a far cry from being a leader herself.

Besides, this is Wash. Without being able to see him, without that visual reminder of how much he's struggling to control the different personalities battling for dominance in his head, all she has is his voice in the dark. It's easy to just cling to it like a lifeline, to trust him to - at least - get them both out of this immediate crisis.

"Right." She nods, swallowing. "Is there...Can we get out of the field? Away from the pollen?" Maybe they'll be lucky, and the effects will wear off as soon as they get away.