It wasn't a pleasant experience being manhandled through glass, not to mention a prideful one, but, in the end, Bobbi couldn't say she didn't appreciate the kickstart her body obviously wasn't up to. All the same, when the first mobility ability returned to her, of course it was the all the fine motor skills that let her form taunting words and she corrected, "It's Mockingbird, actually." She was going to have to tell somebody eventually. In a way, she was glad it was Fury. In another, she didn't need more of his shit for it and if he started she was going to start rhyming his name again. Yeah, that would show him.
The pricking and slicing of the window's edge was enough to get her limbs jumping in protest, which was a marked improvement on not responding in protest, and led to Bobbi being able to support herself on her hands before Fury had to drag the length of her legs out into the tight mess of rubble. "Did you see which way he went?" she was asking before she was sure both of those legs weren't broken, still dead weight between the two of them but not slowing her crawl over the bricks to try to get a better view down the alley. That was when she noticed the black, tacky mess on her arms, and twisted one to catch the light and make sure that wasn't anything she recognized that might be coming from her before turning to Fury. "Is the engine leaking?" she could only guess, which was enough reason to get motoring, but that was before the wall behind her gave one, last desperate groan.