She cast a look over her shoulder but not breaking stride.

"I think you do not have to worry about that, it seems you have made a friend."

And it would be true his source of water seemed to move about the pump moving slowly towards Rocket. Water was fickle, it would easily take a path but hard to coax to another, doubly so as she also coaxed the fire. It would be enough, have to be enough. Not for her sake but for any within.

His adjustment does help tremendously and as she reaches the door she hears the cries of those inside sheltering as far as they could from the flames. Obviously cut off from escape and waiting for an unpleasant death. To them. "Come quickly, run towards the one with the water."

Which the family did, though the girl kept screaming about 'Prince Sly' being upstairs. Odd that, she looked back to her compatriot. "Through the windows in the next floor now."

What she failed to notice between the fire and smoke was a small group of men approaching to Rocket's right via the street.