[ That gold-domed helmet cocks to the side, and for a moment, there's no indication of who's behind it. No telling if the curious motion is born of Maine's reaction to Wash's confusion ... or the Meta's reaction to hearing a name that's no longer their own.
When the moment ends, it's with a nod. Yes, he's Maine. Then the big man gestures to himself — to his body, massive and heavily armored — and the movement needs no verbal translation:
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When the moment ends, it's with a nod. Yes, he's Maine. Then the big man gestures to himself — to his body, massive and heavily armored — and the movement needs no verbal translation:
"Obviously."
Who else would he be, Wash? ]