Firefly Glen I'm dying to see how this one ends

Now she cocked her head back in the general direction of the Plateau, although it was far away enough from here that the gesture was likely meaningless.  Back that'a way.  We're called the Redhawks.  But I'll let you in on a little secret.  It's like, two redhawks and the rest of us are Blackthorns.

She cracked something closer to a genuine smile.  I'm not from 'round here either, but if your last name isn't Blackthorn then I doubt we are.  Still wouldn't surprise me, though.  You're nice enough to be one of us.

She cleared her throat and took a look around.  So uh, where you from, anyway?  You stayin' 'round here?