Planning is indispensable, but plans themselves were useless. He doesn't say that though and was more pleased by how quickly she switched tasks. Still he watches the swish of her cape for a second with a frown, but she's also the dramatic sort, isn't she?

"More than likely you will." He was injured, terribly. But he was not one for laying down and stopping. He gives her a head tilt, breathing heavily and deeply with each word, and step, and breath. His eyes flickered from her to the charred bodies and piles of ash, to the burning street and collapsed building. With a sigh he places a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"I go first... and take your cape off your shoulders. Don't know what it might get snagged on, or when you need it as a tool."