Cassie swallowed the desire to tell the Bothan that they could both shoot their way out of this, that there was no reason to leave anyone behind -- but she didn't know him, and though he didn't know her, he was extending the same courtesy she'd screamed at dozens of others when it came to saving their asses from slashers. She glanced around, looking for the team she'd come in with -- the injured Cerean, unarmed and injured, was still behind the garbage cans he'd gotten behind. Her Quarren comrade who gave her the grenade was behind the dumpster across the alley from her, and she had no idea where the Aquala was, or even her Atoan friend. The dead Quarren on the ground was the punctuating point for her, and she nodded.
"Maybe Cthulu has another grenade, but yeah, we need to go before they regroup. We don't even know how many there are." She did her best to catch the eye of the Quarren and Cerean, nodding at them and gesturing with her hands that, on the Bothan's count, they were going to make a run for it. The Cerean at least nodded in return, seemingly understanding her instructions; Cassie had no idea if the Quarren was following suit, since his tentacles twitched but otherwise gave no sign of comprehension. She had to shrug to herself; she'd signed off on this kind of life, one with no attachments since there was going to be a body count.
Looking back to the Bothan, she nodded. It looked like the group was ready, what little of them were left.