Redhawk Caldera no sunlight, no sunlight anymore.

*duct tapes them back together*

She replied, providing a completely reasonable suggestion. The rendezvous site technically belonged to the firebirds, so asking permission made sense. But the Alphas' children would reach adulthood in just a few short weeks and Elwood was confident that moving his little family there would cause no conflict. He nodded his head mechanically, though he felt frustration rising.

It wasn't what Finley said that irritated him -- it was how she said it. She had been nothing short of a robot since her return, and while he had been patient with her at first, it was becoming more and more difficult to deal with. She was a shell of herself, and he couldn't figure out why. It didn't help that she refused to talk about it; she rarely spoke, and when she did, it was on menial topics like this one. Elwood was reaching the breaking point.

He huffed. "Okay," he said, putting the conversation on the rendezvous site to rest. He then looked her full in the face, regarding her sternly. "Do we need to talk? You haven't been yourself, and I don't know what to do to help you," he said, struggling to keep the annoyance out of his voice.