Teleporters. Lovely. Bela was more than slightly disoriented after the second transport, stumbling slightly when she realised that she had most certainly hurt her ankle in the fall she'd taken. Stumbling lead to a burst of pain in her ribs when she went to steady herself and then from her jaw when she started cursing under her breath.
One, two, three... she closed her eyes and shook her head, reorienting her world and her mood.
It was only after a deep breath of city air that she was able to turn to Nathan. "You're a crack shot." It was a high compliment coming from her. "It's a lot more fun when you're not wearing the Kevlar though." And with her signature smirk all was right in Bela's world once more. She was bruised and likely had a few cracked ribs, but she'd done it without the poncey armour.
"Are you alright?" Relatively speaking, she added in her mind, knowing that her question to Peter was insignificant at best. It was obvious that he wasn't alright, but that they'd gotten him out of there without getting him more injured than he'd already been was something of an accomplishment.