(I'm so sorry it took so long!)<br/><br/>Falcon's head jerked around as she heard a phone ring, narrowing her eyes since phone signals were huge pointers to where they were, but then she realized that the conversation must have been very important since Nero seemed to be panicking. With her bird hearing, Falcon was able to pick out most of what was said. What she did figure out didn't warm her heart at all. When Nero announced what had happened, Falcon felt her heart sink. She had already known, but somehow announcing it made it official and emphasized just how much danger they were in.<br/><br/>Falcon wasn't really sure what to do, she had no idea how to set traps or blow things up. Sure, she liked traps, and sure, she knew how to do some rabbit and small mammal traps, but that wouldn't do any good on humans. Especially not the humans they were targeting. Seeing Christina move off, Falcon hastened to follow. It wasn't like she had made any connections with the others, anyways. Falcon watched with interest as the other girl set everything up, making some mental notes now and then on critical parts just in case Falcon needed to know something at some point or another. It was unlikely, but you never knew these days.<br/><br/>Once the rigging was done, Falcon continued to follow Christina until she realized that the girl was going to change, and after that Falcon retired to a corner to watch what was happening as well as watch for danger, but not before smiling in appreciation at Christina's offer of clothes. Nate might have been on look out up on the roof, but Falcon preferred to see for herself about things like that. There were only too many things that could happen, and she preferred trusting her life to herself then somebody else. When Christina came back from changing, Falcon nodded to her.<strong>"Nice."</strong>She commented. It was a bit over the top, but it was well made and designed.<br/><br/>Seeing Christina all dressed up made Falcon slightly self conscious, and she looked down at her clothes for a moment. As she had noted earlier, there were holes in the navy track pants that she wore, but the white T-Shirt was good enough for the time being. Her moment of self consciousness over, Falcon looked out of the barn, once again checking for any signs of pursuit. She didn't only use her eyes, but her ears as well as her 'sixth sense'. She didn't sense anything, but somehow that made her more uneasy than knowing that there was something there would have. Falcon didn't like not knowing where the opponent was, that they could be quite literally anywhere.<br/><br/>Falcon shook the feeling off and turned back to Nero and Christina.<strong>"Can we get out of here already? Like, soon? This is freaking me out." </strong>She said, only realizing afterwards that she might come across as a coward for saying that. Then Falcon decided that she had been bothered too much about how she came through that day and dismissed it. The others might as well know who she was for what she was. Falcon cast another glace outside, biting her lip slightly.