She's glad he agrees because at least now they have a plan. For the next nine hours, they know what they're going to do. That buys them time to figure out what will happen in hours ten or eleven.

Standing slowly, she uses him for balance without putting too much of her weight on him — that seems rude somehow, and she tries never to be rude to anyone. Bits of grass and gravel stick to her knees but are brushed off easily enough, though she comes to the conclusion that, if they're really stuck here, she'll definitely need more clean clothes soon. And gloves, because without the nanites... Well, it's good she's been careful already since their arrival.

She moves to open the door again but her hand stills above the handle. "I really am sorry, Knock Out. I didn't mean to yell at you like that." A brief pause. "I did when I was angry, but not after. I love your natural form and I'm sorry you have to hide like this."