Redhawk Caldera you're starting to look really weird, oh yeah

He'd certainly never seen her before.
She is spindly and cloaked in silver, and she meets him with a tempered voice. The stripe that runs down her back tells him Blackthorn near immediately; ah. That made sense.
Despite his urge to snap back at her, he refrains, straightening out his spine and deciding to meet her with a smolder. I'm Peregrine, Peregrine Redhawk, he enunciates the surname with a slight grit to his teeth. This was his family's land as much as it was hers. I used to live here when I was a kid. Who are you?