The look she gives him isn't anything like what they'd had during their first meeting: her eyes flick up, watching him for a moment (how tired he seems in turn) with obvious contemplation scrawled tightly across her features like an animal cornered. After a beat, she concedes. She'd intended to translocate her way back and forth initially, but three overloaded crates ought to be enough for two people to carry...

And if she can avoid potentially tipping off Lena to the technology she'd stolen via teleporting through the hallways, the better.

"Knock yourself out, vato." It's said with a wave of her claws, offhandedly gesturing towards the closest bin stocked full of alcohol. "But it's a long walk to where I live. You might get tired."