Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

To his credit, he had on some level expected this. Her attack was abrupt, but even as he cried out a "Fuck!" and fell to his back, he wasn't completely surprised. There wasn't the teensiest bit of him that felt he really deserved this--after all, she was the one that had chosen to stay so really, he was the one who deserved to be pissed. He was ready to let bygones be bygones, though. Fen, apparently, was not. Which was also not entirely surprising. She did like to hold grudges.

Well, if this was what needed to happen to resolve this, Penn was okay with it. It was better than talking it out, anyway. Not as good as just ignoring it would've been, but oh well.

Not bedridden, then, he thought to himself as he collapsed into the snow, twisting to try to avoid allowing her to get her weight on him. He tried to reach to grab a forearm between his jaws to knock her off balance. He didn't really have an emotional need to smash her face into the snow, per se. But he also wasn't going to just roll over like a bitch. He'd brought her a damn present, after all. Ungrateful, blind woman.