Stephanie had done her best to battle her way to Falcon's side in the fight, costing her a great deal of pain that came from several lovely knife cuts on her arms, shoulder, and one leg. Some of them were deep, several of them shallow, but they all hurt like a bitch, though she wasn't going to admit it yet. She sighed and glanced up at Falcon worriedly. Sure, he was silent most of the time, but the fact that he hadn't really said a word in the past three days.<br/><br/>She rummaged through her bag, the one that had always been packed in case something happened at home where she couldn't go back. She'd had it packed for years, since her dad had gotten more and more abusive toward her. It had been sitting just inside of her bedroom door just for an instance like she had before the fight with the other gang.<br/><br/>She had gotten into a verbal fight with her father a few hours before they were on the run, as had been sadly normal for years with her, and they both finally snapped, much to her mother's dismay. Her father kicked her out, and she grabbed her bag and took off to the park, to wait for the gang at their usual spot. When she finally saw Falcon, she shouldered her bag and followed their leader to what would be their reason to escape the city.<br/><br/>Sparrow, as she was known by everyone outside of her family, finally found what she was looking for in her bag. She found a few bandage to wrap the worst of her wounds so they didn't bleed out too much if she moved wrong. Once she had her wounds bandaged, the girl sighed and started to wander around the old factory. Honestly, she didn't like it too much because it was rather dark and spooky, but she figured she needed to quell her silly fears. The old pipes groaned, the doors squeaked, and every little sound, from rats to footsteps, echoed loudly, causing the sixteen year-old girl to jump and become rather nervous for sometime. She poked her way around, going from door to door, box to box, avoiding the rats and cockroaches as best she could. Even still, every now and then, one would seem to appear out of nowhere and startle her before she went back to what she was doing. She was resourceful, and she was looking for anything that could be useful if they had to run to a new place again.