"I can cover you. I know the corridors— " Provided they don't change in the interim, that is. A technicality she's not exactly keen to mention in the moment, particularly when it can't be predicted (or maybe she just hasn't learned how to, yet). Reloads with a few sharp clicks as she tries to peer around his shoulder for a beat.

"If you keep to short-range transmissions, I should be able to stay in communication."

It's an agreement to split up, with the unspoken addition of making it tactical: drawing their enemies out into a single file and then mowing them down when they lack the ability to utilize their numbers.

It should be easy. Routine.

"¿Está bien?"