"Good." Sara nods. "Keep your comms on, in case of--" There's this explosive sort of movement with her shoulders and hands, even as she shakes her head. The options are too open and too limitless with everything, everyone, and everything else appearing everywhere. "--anything."

She doesn't tell him to be safe out there. That's not part of this compact. It's not part of who they are.
Sara's already trying to figure what to assign to who, and where she should head herself.
Who should stay here, and whether not to set that. With how open it is.