That brings out a worried little frown, because while she whole-heartedly is behind this plan of getting the hell out of this insane asylum of a world, she's worried about Fury. He's hurt, and the only other person here is Sir Boyzone, and... alright, so her staying is probably more of a liability rather than anything else, and she really really really doesn't want to see any more fighting ever, and he'll probably get on a whole lot better once she's gone, but...

She worries. Even if there isn't a single blessed thing she can do about it.

But she nods, trotting out the skill she's gotten good at. She wants to go home. So she gets up, brushing dirt (real or imagined) off her dress (and there's blood on her hand still, Fury's... and there's still glass on her right boot, bother).
"Guess we should, yeah."