Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

OOC: I'm on my last glass, and there's no more after this! D:

IC: Elwood raised his brows, in a motion that was simultaneous to the raising of Finley's defenses. She insisted that she was fine, that nothing was ailing her, and instead turned the spotlight back on the Delta. "Well," he said, playing along with her game but still feeling a bit skeptical, "not all bears are as coordinated as you, I guess."

He paused and studied her expression for a moment -- she was stubborn, wasn't she? -- then continued, "So, you defeated the bear by tripping it? That's a new tactic I hadn't heard of." He smirked at her, though his gaze was drawn briefly to her back, where the majority of her injuries seemed to have been inflicted.