Maine takes a long drink from his beer before replying. Considering that he had attempted to talk to York and he had only gotten vague and cryptic answers from Washington, he figures he'd done his part in the little 'communication' issue. He wasn't about to waste anymore effort and energy on something that was proving fruitless and likely didn't have any decent advantages for him anymore. York didn't approve of his existance and Wash was probably never going to be sober enough to get him his armor back in the first place.

His dog hops up onto the couch and lays down, effectively taking up a third of it, and resting her paws against his thigh. Though she wasn't making any sounds of ill-content, she did turn to stare intently at Carolina, who she was beginning to consider a competitive alpha bitch keen on her recently acquired owner.

"That's not my fault." Of course, his complete lack of motivation to push through and try to make it work wasn't helping.