Shoving her helmet on it takes a second of re-calibration as the locks click back into place and the visor lights up once more. Her heart sinks to see how limp York's body is as he falls to the floor, even as the wires and cables curl around him possessively. This wasn't York's darkness and corruption showing. It was Delta; she'd seen the veins of wires growing out of his chip at the back of York's neck. If the Faceless could corrupt an AI...god, that makes their chances even slimmer.

She keeps her gun aimed at the mass, but her finger's off the trigger, breathing hard around the pain in her throat as she rasps out, "So help me Delta, you better not be the thing that kills him."

With that she turns on her heel and sprints away from her friend. She can't save him like this. Not on her own.