Redhawk Caldera Creature, hold your tongue.

At first Reyes thought she'd misunderstood and tensed when she moved to investigate him, only relaxing as she spoke, but then it was for a few seconds. Her utter refusal to take his name made Reyes think he'd messed up in his own understanding and he looked away, briefly bashful. In the next breath Towhee turned things around on him and all Reyes could do was frown; at first down at the rabbit carcass, then levelling the look at her.

No. He didn't want to be a Redhawk. He wasn't affiliated with them beyond his new-found connection to Towhee and the lives they had (most likely) created together; plus as his mother's only full-blooded son he could not abandon his ties to her, the very thought making him bristle.

The good humor Reyes held earlier, that eagerness to seek pleasure from this woman he had grown close to, faltered somewhat in this moment. He somberly shook his head and repeated softly, no, and then bowed to pick at the rabbit leg he had so far ignored.