Alley had an entire world to save... again. This... this detour, wasn't likely to do anything to further that goal. In fact, it would almost certainly further her enemy's goal, getting her out of the way like this. Somewhere he neither had to face her, nor live with the guilt of killing her when he burned the modern world to ash.

The Inquisitor's jaw clenched, and she dropped her hand from the train.

"Whatever. I guess we should get on, then," and get this over with, "unless you see any other options?"