Redhawk Caldera Desperate for attention

Fox hadn't been particularly involved in things as of late. She'd been focusing on the children, especially Jackrabbit, and making sure that they were coping well after the passing of little Peter. To be fair, Fox hadn't really been herself since the death—no, murder—of her smallest, sweetest little boy. In her head, Jackrabbit had always been hers, and if asked, she would have sworn up and down that he was her own flesh and blood.

Nevertheless, she wasn't a complete hermit, and she was meandering about the caldera today with little on her mind. "Sup?" she asked, casually as could be. "We haven't met yet. I'm Fox." Maybe the direct approach would pay off.