Grateful that Bruce had given them extra communicators, Diana shot him a relieved look before heading down with Clark to the lobby. Losing one of the young members of their group would be doubly disatrous if they couldn't locate them. She was also pleased that her orders had gone over well enough, although she felt she was underutilizing Bruce's skills. If there was going to be a League, it was just one of the things she would have to work on, not underestimating him. Of course, she wasn't necessarily going to be the de facto leader, but in missions, she might have to give direction.
Careful not to shift her passenger too much, she skimmed the stairs without touching them, pausing at the top of the landing to touch base with Batman again. "Once he's down.." she concurred, taking the rest of the way down to the floor where the more able-bodied were moving among the injured. Gingerly, she let Clark down, noticing the pale sheen of sweat dotting his brow. "You can't go on without the sun like this, Clark," she murmured, reprovingly. Once this was over, he needed to recharge.
Outside, the faint sounds of struggle had started...