Sun Mote Copse Don't be shy, mortal man.

If Reyes thought for even a second more that this was his sister, such a train of thought was utterly derailed when she called out in surprise at him; then there was the bristling, the way one of her teeth caught on her lip, the scars over one of her honeyed eyes - definitely, definitely not his sister. 

How is it you know my name, but you don't know who I am? The stranger asked as she moved in closer, raising her tail - her entire body radiating a level of dominance that made Reyes hold firm of his own position, staring her down. If Reyes had retained one thing from his time in Tortuga, it was to take no shit.

The way this bitch held herself, she seemed to think of herself as hot shit. This was probably Towhee's co-captain. Reyes' tail remained limp at his hocks and he made no move to challenge her, but he did not back down either.

I don't know you, lady. I thought you were my sister. He grimaced, the corners of his mouth flashing teeth, and then looked at the mud beneath her feet; the closest thing to deferential she was likely to get out of him. Her name is Nieve. My age, bit thinner, looks just like you - 'cept the face. Reyes didn't know if he was more offended by the confusion he felt, or the fact this bitch had his sister's name.

How fuckin' dare--!