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

Junior felt better for having gotten all of that off her chest. She had become rather sullen and surly over the past few weeks, yet spitting out that vitriol somehow felt cleansing. She sighed and shook her head. Could she really blame Fox and her father for all her problems? She was old enough now to take responsibility for herself and her own decisions.

That darker part of her was tempted to toy with Fox, who was clearly weakened. Hell, Junior could have injured or even killed her. Yet she brushed these terrible thoughts aside and said, "Well... what is it called?" She jerked her head to indicate their surroundings and tried to sound like she was actually terribly uninterested.