It wasn't very often that people didn't back down or at least step back when Barda stepped forward. Even her Furies did that, though they had all learned the lesson the hard way at least once. But she was oddly pleased that he didn't bolt immediately when she came at him - nor did he look away. It didn't change the expression on her face, however, or the determination to see her mission through.
"That's not your decision to make." Barda didn't need to hear the rest, whatever determination that Scott had made regarding her. She knew where her loyalties should lie. And knew what she was supposed to do, unpleasant or not. The commotion down the hall would drag her attention away from him for a moment - eyes turning towards the approaching soldiers. "Your allies?" Because the concept of friends was a foreign one entirely. It didn't really matter. None of them, even with their primitive weaponry, looked like much of a threat to her.
A tall, broad shouldered figure in blue and gold, it was little surprise that she caught attention fairly easily, especially against the backdrop of the uniformed agents on the ship. As they told her to halt, Barda just knocked the first of them back with a wide swing of her rod and a burst of power.
Granted, she could have bolted after Scott immediately - or tried to catch him before the pinging noise alerted her of the imminent boom tube opening. "You can't run from me forever." The smirk was almost there. Almost. She would catch up eventually - he wasn't going anywhere without her.
She just had to wade through the group of agents - guns drawn - before hand. Or at least long enough to give her time to catch up - though if he were opening a tube, she'd turn confront him instead.