From his pocket, her voice came in a muffled stereo when she spoke, though when she terminated the call he had to figure that his own disconnected as well from the silence that followed. He made his way over to her in a few long steps, folding her in his arms, though still unwilling to re-holster his guns. He held onto her for only a second, long enough to reassure himself, turning her away from Arkham as he did so, putting himself between her and the building. "We should go," he said, glancing back at the entrance. "Quickly."