It all happened so fast. One moment Natasha was in near despair as she flew away from the city, knowing that there was nothing she could do, and the next everything was safe. The Belkan squadrons made quick work of...well, everything. The bomber, the fighters, the bomb. It was all taken care of in the blink of an eye. Soon the apparent squadron leader got on the radio, calm as can be. Refueling and a new base was just what the squadron needed, though Natasha was quite sure that Scott's A-7 wouldn't be able to make it to the new base. As if on cue, Scott came on the radio in reply and explained his aircraft's condition. Natasha took a quick look around at the other aircraft in her squadron, who came back into view as she slowed her MiG's airspeed. She had learned in Erusea to always be suspicious of everything, and the impressive speed in which the Belkans dispatched the enemy was something that could easily be scrutinized. In this situation though, despite her reservations she was too relieved that the city was safe to care. "Thanks for the save, Major. We owe you one," she chimed in once Scott had finished his explanation. She hoped the group would find a solution to Scott's problem, but other than that she could finally breathe easier.