Delia will catch Natasha throwing a glance over her shoulder, unsure whether the sound is friendly or foe in origin but she slows down once she's ID'd the Orion pirate. With every second potentially counting in getting nearly everyone out of here safely having one of the scouts show up with room to spare on a vehicle is a blessing. Doubly so that it's not that Washington kid.

"I owe you one." Natasha stows Blaze's sidearm as she hops onto the back of the bike, one arm steadying herself on Delia's shoulder. Natasha's not the most talkative of women on a good day and right now is decidedly not that. She has to put the image out of her head. The mission isn't over.

"We find anyone else struggling to get back, I'll get off and help."