To be fair, since he was alive and functioning (pretty much), the effort hadn't all been in vain. Regardless of how Valdis felt about her own participation, Bakura didn't see any of the group who'd intervened at fault or as not influential (save Solomon, but that wasn't a positive reflection on the necromancer).

His eyes flick into her direction as she approaches, but he likes this spot with the good view and out of a snowbank, so he just holds his ground and stares fixedly ahead at the ship being prepped for launch, letting her initiate conversation if she wanted. The Bresilykian boy beams up at her, clutching the coloured pennant.