Izzy sighed as she placed her headset back on, having heard the jyst of what the current situation was. She rubbed her hands over her face with a groan and pulled Duchess in tighter with the rest of the team, adjusting speed accordingly. She looked over to Roland's plane, then to her fuel gauge which still read fairly high.

"If I am being completely honest, I think we'd be at the disadvantage in the case that we did stay. While we do have the element of surprise, it won't last long and I don't think we have the fire-power to take him on. I agree with the German, cost to benefit isn't worth it. We could just as easily fly on further to a non-coastal hangar. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say we all still have a fair amount of fuel left?"

She muted her mic after that, flicking the Hold Altitude switch and reclining her seat a bit before shutting her eyes for a moment to rest them. After a minute or two she reached back behind her and pulled out a small flask smelling of whiskey, taking a quick sip before returning it to it's home. She sat up again and disengaged the switch, returning to manual flight mode. She had no interest in risking her life for strangers. It could be a trap for all she knew.