The flying was a hint that this was not Solo. He was fairly certain he would know by now if Solo could do that. At least he hoped this was not Solo. If it was, he was resigning.

To his credit, Illya was commendably steady when he was finally set down, alive and whole and in far better shape than he had expected to be not thirty seconds previously. He followed Superman's gaze and considered. Technically, the mission was completed. The would-be assassin had been assassinated. And because of that, more awkwardly, there was at least one dead body up there, courtesy of his handiwork. Perhaps it would be better to avoid those questions. "...no. Thank you. I was finished there."