Drake did little more the click his tongue at the Spartan's actions. Without the queens, the nanos fellnto the ground, useless. 

Much like his left hand. 

Due to how he structured his prosthetics, the space where Cleopatra was housed also contained the artifical nerve clusters that allowed him to move his fingers on his left hand. The Spartan's hasty actions had left him effectively crippled, and in great pain, as he had yet to nullify the pain receptivity of said clusters. Drake say anything, instead just accepting one of the specialized firearms that were being given out. He held it in his right hand, letting his left fall limply to the side.

"You could have fooled me," Drake replied to Ashlyn with a bit of strain to his voice. "And I agree we should get moving while we still have a chance. Longer we stay here, the greater the chance of the Cruxi infiltrating the base before we can even reach are destination."