Carrie, deciding to go stubborn, shakes her head. "I'll be damned if someone touches TED. Stand back." Angrily, she kicks the crate behind which she hid, pushing it toward the gargoyle. It would work as a stepping stone. "Boost me up. I'm not all that heavy." She began mumbling to herself. "Static balance ineffective, use momentum to maintain predictability and a vector to alter trajectory. Risk: increased. Odds of success: improved." She drops her mace, crossbow, and bolts momentarily.