Wyatt was firmly in the chain, his hands clamped on the doc and on Sigma (of all the damned people, who'd have thunk?) in turn. He could barely hear himself think over the machines, over the people shouting, over the desperate pounding of his own heart. So he didn't hear Shepard's decree.

But he did see her, that shock of red hair and those equally shocking eyes, as she moved away from the open hands and moved toward the light.

They'd never been what he'd call friends (maybe could have been, someday, in the new world.... maybe not), but they were allies. Had wanted the same thing.

Had shared a friendship between them in Max.

He nods to her.

"We have it. Do what'cha gotta."