She had followed him over the edge. The titans within the tower, denied proximity to the prey, beat stupidly, incessantly, murderously against the walls. While she listened to his instructions, she began to put it all together, too, just as he had, only a little behind. The titans in the field, the ones in the courtyard, the ones in the building. The danger they were in. A layer of comfortable assumption peeled off her perception as reality set in: they were alone and surrounded, no telling how many more to come.

But Levi was apparently unmoved. His precision had a subtle soothing influence. She flicked a glance over her shoulder to the courtyard below: a handful of little guys, the battlements, the tower, the gate. The mechanism would be in the wall nearby, if Shiganshina was anything to go by. A serious, calculating look swept over her face.

"Okay."

She leapt. For a moment falling free into the courtyard below, half-spun under the momentum of her push-off, her scarf trailing in her wake, like a maple samara she dropped towards the monsters. Then a cable fired and the anchor buried into the poked-out tailbone of a swaybacked titan and it dragged her with terrible inevitability to the thing's neck. She lopped out a wedge of flesh easily, then fired again, this time high up on the interior wall. Numb, dumb titans reached for her as she flew out of reach and perched. Let them collect a little and line themselves up.

Just the nearby ones weren't enough. She wanted them all. Sooner or later the fortress would have to be purged for Eren.

She swooped across the courtyard and tore flesh in her wake. More or less, step by step, she worked the last few over to one side so she could take them out before dropping to the ground and to the promising-looking doors on either side of the huge face of the gate proper.

At no point was there any question in her mind of whether or not Levi would complete his mission or return.