Maine can't help it: he has to watch Wash's eyes, searching for any hint of jest. Any sign that Wash might be pulling his leg with talk of dimension hopping. After a moment, he decides Wash must be serious. Which is, once again, a lot.

Them being in a different dimension right now is a lot all on its own.

But Wash continues, talking about different people he's met, different powers he's gained. Maine's mind drifts briefly to the Winter powers he's heard about, wondering what would be nice to keep when he goes home. Because he does intend to go home, but Wash…

… It almost sounds like Wash prefers jumping between dimensions. Building bridges and heading off to worlds not their own.

Unsure if he has the right impression, Maine cocks his head questioningly. "Enjoy it? Hopping dimensions?"