There's a ring of bruises around her neck. Jane may bruise easier than a peach, but Bones isn't exactly made out of steel. The guy is dead. She can't take out that aggression any more than she already has. She's dealing with it the only way she knows how.

Moving.

"Thank you."

The trek back to the surface of the planet seems to go on forever. Her way in wasn't a viable way out and just finding god damn fucking stairs is the hardest thing Jane has had to deal with the entire day. But when they do break into daylight it's such a relief Jane could almost start crying.

Only they've still got to get out of the range of the disruptor.

Jane grunts as they stagger through dirt and sand. "Not much further."