Redhawk Caldera Desperate for attention

Fox squinted at his question, still not quite understanding what he was getting at. Of course she was okay. Was he blind? Not only that, but he seemed to get all huffy when she dissed his speaking style. "No need to pout. Just dumb it down for me a little." If he was really as well-spoken as he seemed to think he was, surely he was smart enough to know how to bring it down to her level. And if not, this was going to make communication pretty damn difficult.

He explained how he had gotten here, though Fox hardly recognized any of the proper nouns he was mentioned. The Keep? Grace? The latter sounded vaguely familiar, perhaps she'd heard the name in passing. "Welp, glad you found your way here. We're an odd bunch, but somehow we manage." Redhawk Caldera had been a solid mark on the map for close to two years now. "So when are you gonna lock it down with your lady friend?" she asked, assuming they were a thing.