The gesture is so strange, so human, that Wash falters for a moment, and he ends up staring over the Meta's shoulder in case there's someone there too. There's no-one, not unless they're dressed like a polar bear. It throws him.

When the Meta looks back, the expression is... it looks so much like Maine. He's not sure what to do with that. He hadn't really spent much time watching the Meta when it had its helmet off.

And then he speaks and... fuck. That's not the Meta. That's words, not growls. That's- "Maine?"