Rush's eyes snap shut in blink that is no way painful.

Ah.

Some of the tense, wiry frustration drains out of the hunch of his shoulders. He shakes himself, briskly, and exhales out his nose in a sharp, resigned huff.

"Where, specifically, did you last see them?" The question is spoken wearily, almost patiently, a complete departure from the barbed remarks he's been ratcheting out since landing in this seemingly interminable, unbearable dream.