She should have expected he wasn't going to answer. Still, she had to try, and her annoyance was plain on her face when he switched topics. This wasn't going anywhere.

She folded her arms across her chest. "They're not coming...yet." She'd simply need to radio them once she'd gotten a moment, but she was hoping he'd come without issue first. (Fat chance of that happening, Re-l.)

"I'm giving you the chance to come quietly and get help first. You're obviously hurt; you need medical attention. And then you can go back to the asylum and someone can figure out what the hell's gotten into you."