Team 2: Jamie, Ruth, Betsy
When Jean tried to speak but couldn't actually manage it, Betsy felt a surge of anger towards whatever monsters would keep someone locked up like this for so long. "It's alright, luv," she said, "You don't have to: I can hear you just fine." If she couldn't speak, she might not be able to walk - still, they would carry her out of there if they had to: Betsy didn't like the idea of leaving the girl here.
She had every intention of gently easing Jean into the idea that they were going to get her to safety. Of the two British spies on the team, Betsy was the one possibly better equipped to deal with someone in emotional distress. Though it was around here that she heard the call from Wisdom.
Man down made Betsy's blood run cold and she was suddenly all business again. Pity for Jean and anger towards those who'd imprisoned her were neatly compartmentalized and put aside to be dealt with later. "We have to go, luv," she said to Jean, her voice a bit more firm beneath the gentle edge she'd been using. "Can you walk? If not, I can carry you." Betsy was stronger than she looked, though she didn't necessarily enjoy the idea of trying to carry the girl far.
Not seeing clothes handy, she pulled the blankets free of their hospital corners and resolved to wrap them around Jean to help keep her covered as they made their way outside. "Put your arm around me, alright?" she said. "My friend outside is dressed like a guard but he isn't going to hurt you. He's like me: we want to help you, alright?" She was aware that Jean could go into panic mode over all this, and she was hoping she wouldn't have to use the tranq dart she'd stashed in her back pocket.
[OOC: Skipping people in the pose order in the interest of getting Jean out into the hall, hope that's okay]