Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

As he drew closer she recognized him, but she remained still. The promise of a fight, yanked away, and the conflicting feelings that arose just with it being him had turned her mood on a pretty abrupt corner. He hadn't been alone in her thoughts these past few days; he, Penn, and even screaming boy had featured more often than she'd ever admit. But where before she'd been nothing but understanding, now was different. Every time she thought of any of them all she could dwell on was that all of them seemed to have so many other more important places to be.

That wasn't only their choice but instinct was a bitch (and she was real testy right now). His call struck a definite note in her, though. Her breath caught, she tensed, and her mind went down a route that we can't really follow here. She wanted it, badly, and for a minute she might have given in. Except... he was still trespassing. Which meant he wasn't hers, and if he wasn't hers then he couldn't have it.

There was a brief falter but then she stiffened again, the snarl gone but her tone still harsher than he deserved. What are you doing here? Almost accusatory. A few days ago she'd pondered asking him to join; now the thought didn't even cross her mind. She was the one to be chased - not him.