A laughing Miles was always a good sign. Well... usually. It eases a little of her fear, her chest loosening enough for her to take a breath.

"Seems to be a bit of a shortage on this planet," she says with a little bit of a smile, "Let's get you out of here, yeah?" Though she takes a moment to wipe a little of the blood off his chin before she pulls a ring of keys out of her pocket. Because Lara Croft is nothing if not very good at finding things she isn't supposed to.