"I'm fine." He was lying. He also wasn't planning on focusing on it. Wash had higher priorities than hashing out personal trauma, especially in public.

"It was familiar," he said, answering Lin's question, "but I couldn't tell you who it was." That in and of itself was troubling, given that he normally had perfect recall. He should have been able to place that voice.

"If anyone else wants to take a listen, be my guest, but I'm not leaving without the pieces I brought in." He was entirely aware that that wasn't too helpful, but it was the truth. Wash had a bad habit of taking responsibility for the things that fucked him over. Plus, one of them belonged to Ziva.

Melody sniffed Eraqus' proffered hand delicately, then raised a paw and pushed his hand away. Nope. She was guarding these things, not anybody else.

"Melody, stop it."

She meowed in protest. But she was helping!

"Don't give me that. Now move."

She huffed, stepping off the pieces and slinking around the other side of her person's legs. She still planned on being ready, though. Just in case.