After the door to Eba's cell - and the cells of everyone around her - were opened, she did not hesitate to follow the people in charge of this jailbreak.

She ran past the downed guards without taking one of their weapons. There were fewer weapons than there were prisoners, after all, and the hallways were well lit; her responses would be sluggish even if she did have a weapon. Besides, she was less likely to be targeted by the enemy if she was unarmed. 

She barely dared to believe her luck. Rescued the day she was captured? She couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of test. If it was, it was a test she would be fine with failing. Death would be better than being forced into such a small, cramped space.

Therefore, the identity of her rescuers didn't matter. She followed them, attempted to blend into the crowd as best she could. Anything else was an invitation for disaster.