It was too late for that sentiment - Wash had felt trapped the entire time Ziva was making her way up the tower. Knowing that he'd cornered himself there in the first place hadn't helped matters.

He fought to keep still, not to fidget or give anything away. It was a habit he'd learned out of necessity from lying to the Counselor, and it came back easily. Plus, it helped that he had his armor to hide behind. He didn't know what he'd been expecting Ziva to say, but he didn't think that had been it. "It's not your fault. I-" Panicked, he thought, choking the word back. "-overreacted." For all that he knew how to lie, he was still grateful that he had his visor to hide behind.