Redhawk Caldera Waayo waayo.

When she felt calm and limbered by the fading glow of approaching twilight, Towhee shuffled to her feet to begin stretching. She started when she noticed the small figure seated nearby, blinking owlishly at the girl for a moment before a smile tentatively found its way onto her face. This was Vesper, if she recalled correctly. More importantly, this was her niece.

"Hey there," Towhee greeted, quickly swallowing the sheepishness she felt being caught doing woo woo crap in front of her fellow Redhawks. This shit worked. It worked wonders. "I was just getting ready to do some yogurt, if you'd like to join me," she said, stubbornly sticking to that name even though someone had surely corrected her by now.