Her attention was turned to the girl with a start, a scowl on her face before she forced her expression to soften. She noted the kid was dressed properly and armed as well.

She was dressed for combat and armed; little girls shouldn't have to deal with combat.

"No, but you can carry it anyway," She gave her the bundle. "I'll watch your back incase any of the firewolves return."

The fuck sort of place was this, bringing kids to potential warzones. Why the hell was she in Red anyway; there were other teams with safer objectives.