[Des cringes, adjusting the car door shield a little. it's a couple hundred pounds worth of door, okay. his arm is getting tired.] Much as I hate to say it, Felicity's got the right idea. We need to put some ground between us and this clusterfuck. You should take Astrid and follow her.

[In fact, he'll even add over the comm in a hoarse whisper:] Kat. Southeast. We're gonna need a pick-up when you break through.

[easier said than done, descant.]