Ohio ignores him because he's busy flanking the Covenant that had Saunders and Lane pinned. It's like they've been suddenly set upon by an angry whirlwind of competence, and the confusion is enough to send Grunts running and let him get a knife up the gullet of an Elite.

OK didn't shoot him yet, that's all that really matters in Ohio's world.

"Jesus Christ, cutting it kind of close aren't we?" That's Saunders. He's leaning against one wall, armor bloody and with something distinctly mysterious and Forerunnery strapped to his back. Lane at least looks to be in slightly better shape.

"Cutting it kind of nothing. Can you move?" Ohio's focused on Saunders.

"...Mostly?"

"Not good enough." They won't make it back to the Pelican on mostly. He whirls on Lane. "Please tell me you've found something?"

Lane tilts his head, considering something on his HUD. "According to their comms, they've got a Spirit parked up top. Might've been the one we saw on the way in. That might be our way out."

Ohio sighs. "I can fly a Spirit. Shit. We're moving topside, then."

It's only then he notices Oklahoma moved. Not that he was particularly invested in OK's survival, but he had a team with him and they were technically still enemies. He kicks himself for leaving this end to hang loose, but moves on anyway.