Redhawk Caldera and wound up at your door.

Her answer was cryptic, making her a bit more intriguing. Penn smirked a little at the response, but it faded swiftly as she dropped her next comments and they fell like lead into his stomach.

Brecheliant.

Penn didn't visibly react, but he studied her more closely now. Did he know her? How old was she? She wasn't... his? He'd always pictured his pups as tiny things, but now that he was faced with this situation, he wracked his brain to figure out how old they would be. Less than a year, for sure. This girl was younger than he was, but not that young. Right? He calmed down a bit, though not entirely. Who was she?

"I don't have much of a story to tell," Penn commented vaguely, offering a smile, "I'm always traveling. I've heard of that place--Brecheliant. Always thought it was a funny name." He paused, giving her another once over, only now noticing the look she was giving him. He enjoyed that look. Gods, please, don't let this be one of his own daughters. "How old are you?" he asked suddenly, not pausing to consider what a strange and random question that was.