River shifted in place and a small, relieved smile glimmered on the surface of her mouth when Delta reappeared. She hadn't noticed she was holding her breath, exhaling. The entire weight of her smallish body seemed to sag in lieu of the familiar voice. You're welcome, she mouthed, but no words came out.
She lifted her head to look back at Tex and Church (what an odd pair they made, standing together. Compatible but contrary. Broken Magnets, she thought.) expression open and entirely readable as Delta spoke.
"Please?" She swallowed hard. "I would -- however, it -- however, it does not seem physically probable. Possible. Probable. To transport him alone."