Orion. The name was tucked into the back of his mind. Must have been at least somewhat strong to get the drop on Vicky but he was strong too. Strong enough to teach some punk meteor b***h to mess with his...captain. Even in his mind Blake couldn't quite call her his girl let alone his girlfriend. The 'baby' that had slipped into his traitorous thoughts had not sat well so that the man was being just a little apprehensive.

Raising an eyebrow like he was considering not taking her at all now, Blake slowly nodded. "I'll carry you if you can teleport us. The truck's out front but I think sitting in the car is going to be a bit much for you Vicks." Unable to resist not trying to score even a little bit, the lavender-haired man leaned down to kiss her lightly. "But a reason to hold you by the a**? Always baby." The grin was wide and his hand stroked her hair to keep it away from her back one more time, patting the ends lightly.

"Hop on up and teleport just outside. I can carry you the rest of the way. Unless you put on weight." His hands gripped her backside, grumbling noises coming from Petalite as he hefted her into his arms. There was the familiar blurring, almost painful sensation of a teleportation before the red lights of a sign bearing the words 'Emergency Room' washed over the pair. Petalite was gone and Victoria was unconscious in his arms, drained of all reserves of energy. Poor girl.

Gingerly, smoothly, he strode into the ER and set her on the counter. Maybe they'd get the hint.