Redhawk Caldera i'm not the one who stabbed the captain with a pickle

Fox scowled as Junior went on and on about what a terrible influence she had been in Peregrine's life. And her thoughts were correct. If Fox hadn't had a fractured rib and a sprained wrist, she would have put Junior in her place right then and there. As it were, she couldn't do much of anything aside from hobble to the lake for water and hobble back to rest. The last thing she needed was some punk telling her that she and Peregrine were unfit for one another. Of course, Fox didn't believe that for a second.

“Yes,” Fox replied. “If I wasn't here recovering, I’d be heading back to the plateau with Peregrine.” She chose to ignore the rest of the teen's insults entirely. If Junior wanted to believe that everything was Fox's fault, so be it.