She gets hauled back before she can go too far, momentum carrying her in stumbles back towards the hand on her arm, and snaps her eyes up in a glare, mouth opening and ready for a fight, but he's not arguing with her.

And maybe it does make a little sense. She's wiry and strong, but he's tall, and they're going to need a way up into that fort.

"Fine," she says, ducking another dart (that kid's going to take out an eye if she keeps that up) and pulling a really? face at the notion that these hardened little criminals might choose death over dishonor. "Let's go."