Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

Ohhhhhhh she was going to do it.  She was going to rip his mouth off of his damn face, just watch.  She was bothered in part because she knew for a fact what he said was valid; she'd left herself, hadn't she?  But also because of the way he just dismissed all of it like that.  'Probably could've been handled better' and 'more patent.. or whatever' as if she was the crazy one for being upset.

Which was fair, okay, because letting anything Penn did at this point upset her was crazy.  She'd argued for him so many times before they left the first time, attempting to convince Bronco and her family that he was different than what they always made him out to be.  Sure, he was a dick, but that was a front because he would never be a big enough dick to up and abandon her.  Except, he had.  He hadn't known he was leaving her with no one, granted, but that didn't mean he hadn't left her.

Sucked enough to just ditch me without saying goodbye, huh?  She retorted, fur lifting.  She'd lit into him at the time, too, but he deserved it a second time if he was going to sit here and make light of it.  Fuck patient, Penn.  You could've given a shit and you didn't.  I don't need anything from you because, y'know what?  Everyone was fucking right about you.  And I should've trusted them from the start.  She stalked forward a step, getting right up to him before reiterating it.  I don't need your plants.  And I don't need you.