She smiled widely at the Baron, eyes crinkling into a cheerful expression. "Mou and miss all the excitement? I know, I know," she waved her hand dismissively. "This would be considered a terrible case of micromanaging, but one must keep their wits sharp and knives sharper." Besides, she had the biggest gun need to bring down the shielding, what use if she hid in the bunker?
"That could have been a good pet." Still, there was work to be done and Viper turned on her heel to walk back into the skiff with her reluctant escorts. Her people were already quickly readying for flight on the sleek comms and panels and she slipped into her chair at high command. "Prepare the rail gun, we shall have to get in optimal range to fire and destroy the defenses," she commanded and brought her panels up, before reaching for the controls. The ship took off for Red Skull's nuisance, surprisingly responsive and balanced to the point it felt more like a elevator than a jet. She smiled in delight, enjoying the powerful grace of her transport and very much hoped there'd more things to shoot on the way there.