Surprised that Angela already had a plan, Fareeha smirked. The doctor wasn't at all a goodie two shoes. Evidently, she didn't give Angela enough credit to be devious. Fareeha spent a lot of time trying to think of a clever way to fake their deaths that she didn't see the simple answer staring right back at her. Be stubborn and true to her nature. She was going to march right on out and give the soldiers and staff here a hero's return to the field and a hero's death. 

Getting up, she stood as tall as she could though her repairing body failed her. She hunched over ever so slightly, but she knew what had to be done. Kalte and her forces were appraised of what they needed to know. She had to do her part and trust that they'd be able to negotiate whatever questions command may have for them concerning her death and disappearance. "I see no other alternative," she said. She gave Angela's hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's go."

Taking a deep steadying breath, Fareeha left Angela behind as she stormed out of the room. Medical personnel gawked as she ignored their many questions. Though her armor was still on her, it was broken and cracked from her encounter with the omnics. The jetpack wouldn't work, but she could raise hell on the ground as well. Taking a nearby rifle resting against the post, she grabbed and ammo belt as well. She didn't need to pretend to want to return to war. She craved it.

Slowing her walk ever so slowly, she walked just enough to allow Angela to catch up while making steady progress to Talon forces.