Sparrow blushed slightly and smiled at Darla. She didn't mind at all snuggling with the older girl, even if it led to some fun. Her thoughts were elsewhere, both on trying to block the pain from her wounds, and Falcon. It always bothered her when he went silent and separated himself from them. When John came out and scared Darla, well, she was getting used to the rats scaring her, so she didn't jump quite as high as the other girl. She laughed, though, balling their fists at her sides to not sock the wrestler in the nose as was a reflex to her. "I would follow Falcon anywhere, John. I trust him. He wouldn't do anything to hurt us on purpose."<br/><br/>She did want to be with Falcon. She had known him for a while, since before they had brought the gang together. Even then, he had still been calling himself Falcon. She knew why, but he wouldn't tell her his name. She picked up an old book from one of the piles of discarded junk, and stuck it in her backpack. She would read it when she got to it.<br/><br/>As soon as she heard Alex come back with food, she started toward him, wrapping her arm around Darla's waist to lead her on to Alex. As soon as she reached the twin, Sparrow glanced up at Falcon who was still up there brooding. She left Darla's side and made her way up to the balcony where he was sitting. She did her best to hide the cuts on her arms so he wouldn't get too upset at her. "Falcon...please. Get something to eat. You're no good to us as a leader if you starve."