Somebody was in very big trouble. The SWORD agent was correct in that respect. Barda wasn't paying the even smaller man, even with his whispered 'help' to Scott. He wasn't exactly important in this scenario. Granted, no one else was very important, for that matter. Having found what she was looking for, Barda had fairly well dismissed just about everyone else in the room. Or the planet, for that matter. She had never actually been to Earth before and being trapped in a space ship wasn't exactly awe-inspiring, considering the landscape of their home world.
At least he seemed in good spirits. Which was something. Dragging him back to what waited for him and knowing that it would probably wipe that expression off his face for sure was not a mission that she relished but her orders were what they were.
"You." Barda was not always as good with jokes, especially when she was on a mission. She strode towards him purposefully, eyes watchful for any sign of attack or an escape. Scott was really too good at escaping when he put his mind to it - as he'd proven time and time again - and she didn't want him to slip out of her grasp before she was finished with him. "You shouldn't have come back, Scott." Because they might not have come after him so aggressively. But then he'd gone and humiliated Granny Goodness and the Furies. Darkseid was not pleased. She tapped her Mega-Rod loosely against her thigh, holding it at the ready. Just in case. "We are returning to Apokolips."
Though the sound of many boots echoing against the hallways as company approached might deter those plans for a moment. Reinforcements?