Wash took a moment to blink, grateful his expression was hidden behind his helmet. Wherever this guy was from, they'd figured out how to make Epsilon contagious.

Fuck that.

"I'm pretty sure we're not from the same place," he started, catching himself using the this-guy-is-crazy voice. "Or time. Or anything." And this was probably not the way to explain things. "Look, you know you're dreaming, right?"

Okay super neato gloves sounded really really cool! Where were they? He wanted to see! And of course his person has a face! It's just behind his helmet, that's all.