Oh yeah, she's regretting bringing two chatterboxes into an echo chamber with her about now. It almost, almost makes her nostalgic for the more taciturn supers that she could have with her. Erik Lehnsherr hadn't been totally useless during that portal gun fiasco, and he sure as hell wouldn't be throwing off sassy chatter about lesbians.

"Heads," she calls back, shortly. As funny as it might be to let Santana bang her head on the dip in the pipe. They're skirting the wall behind the third floor classrooms now, and rather than breaking into one of those, she really wants to see how far they can get today toward the beginning of the vent system itself. When means a long crawl listening to this.