Redhawk Caldera My social-meter is low.

No one had ever given her such a useful tip to make a distinction between the Teekon Wilds' northern and southern regions. Wildfire filed that information away in the filing cabinet at the back of her mind, then peered at Sebastian with concern. He seemed bothered by something, though she couldn't guess what, at least until he mentioned how badly he didn't want to look the part of an assassin. He mentioned his father, which caused Wildfire to exhale at the memory of Sebastian's "evil twin."

"Foster mode?" she repeated, not entirely sure what that meant. Then Wildfire assured him, "It's a good thing you look the way you do. You don't even have to touch the bad guys; the mere sight of you will send them running!" She offered him a cheesy grin. "Hey, do you feel up to a quick sparring match? My dad thinks I need more Warrior practice, since I'm going off on my own more these days."