Redhawk Caldera gone fishing

It was a relief that this should be the only 'hazing' that Pantaleimon was going to get. She did not like them one bit, too frail and insecure to really take any of that stuff. When the stranger asked if she hadn't freaked Pan out too much, she quickly shook her head. "No," Pan lied, but it was only a white lie to make the strange female feel better if she felt bad.

"What, uhm... What's your name?" Pantaleimon asked carefully, not wanting to overstep her priviledges but eager to learn who this crazy wolf was nevertheless. She followed up with a quiet, "Do you want to fish?" As that's what she'd been doing in the first place, and she was eager to do something she excelled at rather than, well, this.