At least he's not calling him a liar or on the verge of tears anymore. Looking a bit more confident and a bit more like the other two Washes who could have him pinned to the wall by a knife in his hood if they wanted.

'Because I'm York, also knows as the Thief of the For Hires, a mercenary group based on a planet that has toxic clouds that will kill you in seconds. Everyone here has helmets to filter the air. Mine's a standard Charon Mark VI, and I know the designs overlap a lot. Though I think mine would be a bit small for a Spartan.'