[Gross. She nods wordlessly at Robin, and chops the air in the direction they're headed.]

Straight ahead. We're almost home-free.

[They're making good time — not quite running, but jogging fast. No point in dumping their stamina before the goal.]

We've got a right turn coming up in fifty meters. Once we make it, drop them. They won't be able to make up the distance to pursue us from there.