Wash only cocked his head slightly, with a look that said 'what do you think?'

Though, notably, moving his neck that time hadn't incurred any pain. Either the meds were working or the muscle was starting to heal up in earnest. Either way, he shouldn't have to remain here much longer. That was all he could think about, getting out of here, going home with Tucker and hugging his son and not going on any more adventures for a good, long while.

After a moment, he reached for the white board and marker, scribbling briefly on it before holding up. How's Carolina?