Redhawk Caldera Some kind of animal.

I know you intended to exit, but…

Towhee went rigid at Leto’s next words. Without tone, it was difficult to discern how she meant them. Then she doubled down and the Redhawk abruptly pushed onto her feet, orange eyes narrowing at the curt, ungrateful way Leto spoke to her. When she tried to dismiss the Redhawk and walk away, Towhee let out a loud warning growl that should stop her in her tracks if the woman had any sense at all.

Raising her voice, Towhee called out to her back, I just offered to look after your son for you, despite explaining that I was almost fucking dead the day you brought him here. She let that hang for a beat before continuing, I get it, Leto, you’re in a shit situation, but you don’t get to be an asshole to us both. If you want to be able to come back for him, you should turn around.