Sure he might not be intending to drop her but Rose was used to doing things under her own power. Being at the mercy of someone else, even someone she trusted, took some getting used to.

So Static was breaking down that wall of tuff chick that Rose tended to wear like armor. Few people ever got a peek let alone prolonged interaction with the softer Rose Wilson.

Virgil took control of the situation, yet another oddity with a date with the white haired warrior. She was usual in control, used the guy for whatever she could and kicked him to the curb after. No strings, no attachments. He was shaking up things for her and the mixture of being in someone else's hands literally and figuratively was definitely having an effect on her.

When he entered into the barrel roll she gasped and clung to him, slowly, but gaining in volume, Rose began to laugh.