Fireball

Stanley frowned. "You don't want to escape when you have the chance?" he asked.

"We're winning this," Red said. "I'm not interested in running away. If you're not going to help me, then leave."

The old woman crossed her arms and looked at both Red and Rey, not knowing what to say at all. She was in disbelief. She hadn't expected the two to prioritize victory over survival, but then, they weren't exactly brought here against their will like her and Stanley.

"Aren't we going to the carrier either way?" Rey asked. "Let us not bring division among ourselves until then. We should work together."

Stanley reluctantly nodded. "Alright, let's go grab whatever is at the carrier," he said. "It should be important enough if this is the last one."

The old woman didn't want to go but was forced to. If she was to get on that carrier, unless she could teleport, she had to leave.