That's really all it takes. That smile. The way he holds himself. Captain. Whatever flicker was there douses itself in silence, even as she never looks away from him, and her expression doesn't change. She's gotten good at that. On EarthX. On her own ship since he showed and started putting his nose -- and especially his face -- where it didn't belong. Telling her he didn't like the job she was doing.

But staying still.

"Good enough for kidnapped." It's true enough, and annoyed enough.
She nods, easy, fast, simple, walking toward him. "There's a few of us already."

"Most everyone is gathering near The Waverider while we collect the people appearing everywhere." At least the Civilian ones. "Everyone else is scouting for those people, for safe spaces, and the threats that seems to keep opping up just like everyone else is."