Dick stood as well, keeping in time with Duo's movements. Keeping the pilot blocked.
Dick took a step to catch their weight as Duo caught hold of him. Then he looped an arm around Duo's shoulders--support without being obvious about it--and began herding them toward the hatch.
"I'll be right back, Deathscythe," Dick said to the air, feeling a little foolish but not wanting the robot to lock them in--despite what it had said.
God knew what thousands of years alone would do.
"Then you can cut free of the rock."
As he stepped outside, one little speaker chimed in, "Hurry."