Sparrow hated being carried like she was something delicate, but Falcon was notorious for being a pain. He was almost a foot and a half taller than her, and much stronger, so she simply folded her arms and frowned as he carried her down. She blushed and hit him in the shoulder with the heel of her hand when he mentioned she kicked like a girl. "I<i>am</i>a girl, dimwit. Of course I kick like one." Once he finally set her down, she stood to move her crate a bit closer to Darla, sticking her tongue out at the leader. "I told you that it wasn't an invitation."