[Her eyes may narrow a little further, before giving a curt nod. She knows that Maine had never been much of a talker. If anything, he had always let his actions to the speaking for him. That is what is on her mind. She doesn't know what it is, whether actually Maine as some sort of ghost, or somehow in some other reality that only Wash can see. Or, something else completely, something far more nefarious.]
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If you are, find me. No matter when.