He glanced at the comm, before putting it beside the transponder.<br/><br/>Natalya apparently wasn't the only efficient one, he mused a minute or two later, using the jump jets to keep up with the van as Elizabeth flew ahead of him. She could likely carry him, but right now, he had to do something, or he would simply shimmer and boil down. He didn't need to lose his rage, and he certainly didn't want it distilling down into fury. So he kept moving, the workout helping drain his rage as fast as it rose. All he had to do was follow Elizabeth.