Redhawk Caldera gone fishing

There was an awkward moment of silence in which Pantaleimon just stared at the water and wished for the moment to be over as soon as possible. When the silence was broken by the female by leaping forward into a play bow, Pantaleimon visibly startled, ears flattening against neck and flinching uncomfortably. Luckily for the stranger, Pantaleimon wasn't staring anywhere near her face, not daring to show the slightest sign of confidence in fear of it being mistaken for something or other.

While she explained that she was just messing with Pan, Pantaleimon awkwardly nodded. She knew nothing of traditions in these parts, so for all she knew, it might have been true. Uncomfortably she asked, "Should, uhm... s-should I expect more of these, uhm... 'hazings'?" Pantaleimon didn't know the word, although its meaning was evident by the way she had been treated. If she should expect more, then at least Pantaleimon could mentally prepare for more of this, and maybe she'd handle it a bit better next time. Pan wasn't sure what a good way to handle this would be, but it probably wasn't anywhere near how she had handled it.