These two -- Scar-face and Heartless, as she had taken to calling them in her head -- were certainly trouble. Of that, she was sure. Nothing good could possibly come of this meeting. But there was nothing she could possibly do -- to turn and run would mean certain death, so she had no choice but to wait and endure whatever they were going to dish out. Hopefully she would make it out alive...

Jagger's name made her ears prick up. She was sure her sister (as she had come to think of her) would have mentioned meeting two behemoths like these. Their mention of her only served to make Chicky even more leery of the two strangers.

She sat back, mimicking scar-face's own movement. Her face was twisted in a scowl, though the nervousness had certainly not evaporated entirely from her posture. "I.. I hardly think that's any of your business!"

She paused a moment, and then her brows furrowed deeper, lips pulling into a deep frown. She looked like an angry little bird, all fluffed up and peeping away. "And I'm not 'wee'!" She stamped a stocky foreleg, little eyes shining bright with fury as she stared hard at the two monsters.

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CHICKADEE
^{you're not alone}