Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

He couldn't just let it die.  For the third time in the space of a pretty short conversation, she pictured herself eating his face.  And no, Penn, not in the way you probably wanted.  Key word - would've.  But hey, you didn't bother to ask, so guess what!  Fuck you.  She replied without missing a beat. Her inflection changed completely through the statement, going from mock friendly to absolutely flat on the last curse.   She was still walking, and if he wanted to keep talking, he was going to have to keep following for now.  She probably wasn't heading back to the den anymore... so instead, she shifted directions, going for the northern border instead.

What are you doing here, anyway?  You never answered.  Fine.  She was curious.