“Hey...” Drake called out to Caroline quietly, but sharply enough so that he’d get her attention. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, the glance spoke more eloquently than any words could. It was a look of regret, perhaps remorse as well, but underlying all of it was the fiery determination that drove a man to do stupid things. Stupid, brave things. “Just... thank you. For not giving up on me.” Michael nodded his head in the general direction of the repulser-craft, and winked at her. Then he placed an explosive on the trunk of the tree, and made a bolt in the opposite direction, firing over his shoulder at the horde of machines.