Redhawk Caldera until all you see is my ghost.

Just like that, Liffey's entire demeanor shifted. Now Fin went ahead and let her brow furrow as the girl stood and turned her back on her. Why was it always like this? What had she even said? Was she not allowed to ask questions? About boys? Stargazing boys? Boys that come to Fin's territory and sing songs to her daughter?

"There's no need to get all worked up; I just asked a question," Fin replied to Liffey's shoulder (cause she turned away, remember?), now only half trying to keep the exasperation out of her words, "I'm your mom, remember? I'm allowed to ask about my kid's boyfriends. It's in the job description."