Drake looked back at his hovercraft, and suddenly remembered a fatal detail: the ship only had one seat. If the Arrowhead didn't make it here in time... only one of them was gonna make it out of here. After the speech he'd just given, Drake wasn't particularly motivated to abandon Caroline once more. He kept his blaster low, and quietly called out to her. "I've got a repulser-craft a few hundred meters Northeast of us. If shit goes downhill.... the keys are in the ignition. Only problem..." Drake hesitated, thoughts of self-preservation pushed aside for the moment, "... There'd only be room for one of us. But it shouldn't come to that, as long as Sawyer doesn't take his bloody time with bringing the ship around."