There was a long sigh, but Doom didn't really seem all too bothered by the response. "Then I'll carry you," he conceded and started to carefully move her off him and onto the ground. It wasn't that he was being nice so much that he had realized that he had overestimated her physical capacity and she was far more fragile that he initially believed. He got to his feet and then moved so that he was crouched back down in front of her, his back facing her.

"Grab on and I'll carry you," Doom said without any sort of stinging tone, instead a hint of resignation was lurking. He was the one who made a sarcastic comment that she happened to actually use against him, so it was his fault that this was happening. Not that he would ever own up to it. "Breathe a word of this to Reed and his ilk and I will make sure you pay for it."