What he's asking might not have been unreasonable, if she hadn't seen his injury. Sometimes, splitting up was strategic, and made sense. But this--Jack was clearly injured, and he was bleeding out if he was bleeding through leather. How was he even still standing?

"--I can't just bloody well leave you here like that!"

She snaps right back at him, hardly the feral snarl he forces in her direction, but just as stubborn. Her concern radiates off her in waves, and its hard for her not to understand that something is very wrong, and that whatever help she can offer -- its probably too late.

But she can't leave him. Why would she ever leave him? He was the one who'd left them all behind.