Redhawk Caldera changing everything carefully

 she wasn't being that quiet but - polite, polite, she reminds herself, and steps a little closer to the strikingly-colored girl. "sorry," she tries again carefully, louder, even as her ears flick back in annoyance. "my mother can't travel yet," she says, her voice clipped, "she's too badly hurt." that she's still unconscious weighs heavily on the protector, but her breathing has been even and so all blix - and any of them - can do is wait. a frown tugs at her lips. "we're probably related - sha? my mother's name is wildfire," blix adds, in case maybe this protective stranger just doesn't realise. maybe.