She reloads her handgun with swift efficiency, her jaw clenched as she nodded in understanding to his silent message.

"I really hate cultists," she muttered, knowing he understood. Maybe better than most, if his expression was anything to go by. "I owe you," she added a moment later, but she didn't stick around to get a response, because the sounds of fighting were growing louder and closer again and she really needed the distraction.

Everything else could wait for later. Right now they had a fight to win. She didn't hesitate or look back as she dropped herself back into the thick of it.