[ All the thanks gets in response is a heavy exhale. He's not doing this for the AI's comfort. Or, that's at least what Wash tells himself while he listens to it speak. Of course, the questions start. The ones he doesn't want to have to answer because he's done it countless times before, he's seen all the reactions, and it's the job of the captains, anyway. He also doesn't care for the part that consists of consoling and reassuring the new arrivals, though he can't quite tell if that may be a necessity in this case.

Still, he's got this quiet curiosity about this machine that isn't going anywhere, and it's strong enough to keep him in place instead of dragging the thing to the captains just yet. ]

I wouldn't say there's an actual reason.

[ The Ingress doesn't play rational. It just grabs who and whatever happen to be convenient, or maybe who and what it feels like at the time. No one knows. Nothing is known except that there's not reason behind any of it. ]

I realize it sounds ridiculous, but this portal behind you pulled you from your universe into this one, just like it has with me and all the rest of the crew on this ship. It's broken, or something. Doesn't have any purpose, just drags people through and they end up here.

[ There's a stiff rise of his shoulders that in a more relaxed person may be considered a shrug. ]

You're not here for anything. None of us are.