Redhawk Caldera and wound up at your door.

If any glimmer of recognition flashed across Penn's features, she didn't notice it, absorbed as she was in sorrow. Sorrow, and, well, flirting. Thanks, she remarked, tail swishing behind her. I'm pretty excited to see them, too.

Distraction. That always made her feel better.

She allowed herself to study the lines of his face, a half-smile still lingering upon hers. So, where are you headed? she asked. Maybe I can point you in the right direction.

It wasn't all bluster. She'd become a pretty good navigator in her time away.