She waits, fighting to keep patient as Wash thinks. He doesn't say anything for a while, and that's unnerving enough. Not that she thinks he'd just wander off, even if she can't see him, can't hear him, but...

She does hear the hiss of his helmet releasing, and that's interesting enogh that she raises her head, even if it doesn't do any good. Wash had always been keener than most to keep his helmet on, even on the ship. She'd heard he'd even tried to eat wearing it, once...

Finally, he speaks again, and her expression turns hopeful. The ocean isn't exactly an escape, not unless they happen to stumble across a fully stocked and unattended boat on their quest, but...at least flowers can't grow on the beach.

And it's something. Better than standing around doing nothing. CT nods, once and then more firmly, setting her jaw.

"Okay." She takes a breath. "Okay." She pauses for a second, and then reaches a hand out, expectantly.