Redhawk Caldera and wound up at your door.

Oh, thank GOD. Penn heaved a huge sigh of relief internally, though he never faltered outwardly. He was perfectly comfortable being a piece of shit in many ways--he was a Blackthorn, after all--but having the hots for his own daughter crossed a line.

It wasn't until after she answered that he noticed the look on her face and realized what a fucking creep he'd been. His brows lifted and then he laughed softly at himself. "No, not at all," Penn replied, shaking his head, "I'm sorry, that was super creepy of me, wasn't it? I didn't mean to be a weirdo, you just kind of remind me of someone I used to know. You're not the right age to be her daughter, but you could be a twin." He lied easily, giving her a friendly smile then to mask it.

"My name is Fox," he continued, trying to move past the moment, "Feel free to give me a fake name and make up a story about why you need to be on your way if you feel the need to escape me. I totally understand. I'd run away from me too."