Yeah? Well, don't you worry — I'll get you right out and into the nice hands of a foodtruck, huh?

[It's only a half-joke; maybe not a foodtruck, but hell, food's gotta be up there with the rest of the rescue teams. He carefully picks her up and starts moving — just running for now, with a loose bridal carry — but not before the spider-shaped sign on his chest detaches and zips ahead.]

Droney there'll make sure the coast is clear for us! I don't wanna get you involved in any shoot-outs between wizards or rambos. Hang on tight, I'll zip us up through the extraction point!