She stares at him for a moment, blank helmet betraying nothing, before fixing her gaze somewhere slightly off to the side.

"I don't know if that matters," she says. "Though, I suppose whether it does is up to you."

He's the one who stubbornly refused to allow her forgiveness toward the other Washington to mean anything for him in said dream, after all.

With those words she begins down the slope, looking for signs that more people are trapped in houses below the rocks.