Small and strained as it is, that smile is better than nothing. Much better than the blank face Wash had been wearing. Maine considers it a victory. Feels a fraction of the tension ease from his shoulders, though he's far from relaxing entirely.

Until he's confident that Wash is safe, Maine's guard will stay up. He doesn't mind. It's necessary.

To Wash's question, Maine answers, "Few days."

Long enough to gain his bearings and quell his initial surge of fury. To begin thinking about his predicament instead of trying to fight his way out. Not long enough to grow comfortable or to truly accept the situation.

With a little jerk of his chin, he turns the question back to Wash: "you?"