Bunny wordlessly hands Wash one of his pair of oak branches. It's not a gun, but Wash surely knows what to do with a big stick.

"Think this is something that actually happened, or just what he likes to think about?"

He's looking around for Stacia, in the meanwhile, dismayed that they've all been separated. At least, he can't hear any trace of her or Kerrigan or anyone outside of Planker's mind still.