Redhawk Caldera watch me make 'em bow

She can sympathize in a way. Before Diaspora, it had been awhile since she, too, interacted with anyone. Although her travels were less secretive, and she did converse with passersby on her adventure back to the Wilds. The boy is odd, however, in his approach and humor.

No, she lies—something about the question rubbed her the wrong way, as if this man is a bandit with a crew hiding in the bushes, ready to spring an ambush. Are you?