She used her free hand to gesture a vague affirmative, "He'll keep!"

The maelstrom at the pyre was dying down-- something in the woodpile was smoldering, likely as not from the lightning. Still, here and there, there were strikes, fireballs, and more dangerous rumblings, but the rule of the Cornucopia was to move in fast and get away faster. Now, moreso than any arena in Shepard's experience, it seemed prudent to vacate the premises.

Which meant, when Max indicated that they stay nearby, that Shepard cocked her head, then smirked as she nodded her assent. Find out which way the herd is running, then go the other way.

"Lead on!" Hopefully to somewhere a little more sheltered, "We can check the kid when we're secure!"