[See, this is why he rooms with you, Michael: you get his references.]

Okay, so if you've seen horror movies, then why the hell did you go into the hall of mirrors in the creepy carnival? You had to have known something like this would happen.

[It's not an in-earnest scolding - more something to keep the conversation off the bloody reflection in the mirror. Wash's reflection joins it briefly as he passes - armored but missing his helmet, blood spatters and broken ribs, bloodshot eyes with dark circles and a haunted expression to round it all out-]

[Yeah, he doesn't need to go back there. The less said, the better.]

Please tell me you remember the way out.