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[ If he had a free hand to splay across his chest, he'd be doing that. As it is, he just sucks in a breath between his teeth. ]

Oh. First the thresher, then the attack from the gorgeous Siren.

I'm taking one hell of a beating today.

... I'm sorry, what did you call me?

[ er, whoops? ]

-- You're called a Siren, right? Or have I seriously been getting that wrong this whole time, and you're only now noticing.

What? No, no, that part's right. I meant the part before that.

Oh, what, the gorgeous part?

Uh, yeah. That part. For a second there I thought I heard you wrong.

[ If she could see it, she would notice that he's sort of. Blinking at her. As it is, the blank face of his mask will have to do to show his confusion. ]

Why? Used to more lavish praise or something?

More like... no praise, I guess?

[ A longish pause, and maybe this isn't a conversation they should be having in a tunnel filled with monsters, but-- ]

You're kidding, right? Like, you seriously don't know that you're really fucking hot?

I guess it never really comes up? I don't know, it's just surprising to hear.

Man, what is it with this place? You're, like, the second person who didn't realize they were smokin'.

I mean, it's seriously a tragedy. [ yes, this is what's important in a post-apocalyptic town filled with unspeakable horrors. ]

Well, just so you know. Ten out of ten. [ He doesn't say it flirtatiously, strangely enough. He just says it as a fact. Like how Columbus sailed the ocean blue in fourteen-hundred-ninety-two. Or how there are fifty states in the good ol' U S of A. ]

[ It's probably the way that he states it like a fact that makes a hint of color rise to her cheeks ]

I, uh. Thanks. I think.

[ He shrugs a shoulder as he continues forward. ]

Hey, don't thank me. Thank genetics. I just call it as I see it.

[ She kind of awkwardly clears her throat. ]

Can we talk about something else?

[ Or just hope really hard that something tries to kill them? The thresher probably cleared a decent portion of the tunnels ]

[ He bites his lower lip to smother his laugh. Even once it passes, though, he still sounds amused. ]

Yeah, sorry.

[ He pauses a second when he thinks he hears movement, but-- nah, probably just paranoia acting up. The echoes of their steps playing tricks on him. So he keeps moving forward. Seems like the wormhole thresher, as much as a pain as it was, did a pretty good job of paving the way for them. ]

Hey. You have any friends here? Like, from Pandora?

Not at all. You're probably the closest thing to a fellow Vault Hunter that I've come across here. [ It's a compliment, Peter. Really. ]

Do you have any friends here? From your home, I mean.

Oh, so handsome, witty, and handy with a gun. [ Peter, naturally, takes everything as a compliment. ] You must constantly be distracted.

And no, not really, but-- kinda, at the same time? [ He shrugs a shoulder. ] It's hard to explain. I've met a lot of people from Earth, and they seem to remember the same stuff as me? Know the same shit about music and stuff, seem to be from the same year. [ He thinks, anyway -- time is a funny thing. ] But this is my first time meeting them. Been wandering the galaxy for most of my life.

But apparently a friend of mine was here before me. Left just before I arrived, which-- Well, I'm glad he got out? But I'm none too happy about him ditching me. [ He puffs out air between his teeth – "tch." ] Little dickmunch.

[ She just gives him a flat look. Did she not just establish that she wasn't attracted to him? ]

My fellow Vault Hunters consited of a dishonorably-discharged ex-soldier, an assassin who spoke primarily in haiku, a Padoran native who allegedly engaged in cannibalism, a teenage girl with a metal arm who built a robotic death machine for her school science fair, and a literal psycho. Draw your own conclusions.

[ Okay, so it might be a little dubious on the compliment front.

And all of that sounds kind of confusing, but the universe was a big place. It stood to reason that there would be people from one's home planet that one doesn't know personally. ]

He couldn't ditch you if you weren't here to be ditched, you know.

[ He turns for a second, regards her silently; the blank face of his mask makes his expression inscrutable. Then-- ]

No one asked you for your logic, Maya.

[ He sounds amused all the same. ]

Anyway. Your team sounds as crazy as mine. Galaxy's best assassin. Genetically modified raccoon with a penchant for blowing things up. Big, burly, guy with a kill count that would make a mathematician scratch his head. A talking tree. Aaaand a roguish, dashing thief with a heart made of coal and plated in gold.

Logic is one of the few services I offer for free.

[ She laughs. A couple of those descriptions bring to mind people that she knows. ] Sounds like they would all get along famously.

If by famously, you mean we'd see their faces on every wanted poster throughout the galaxy -- then, yeah, totally.

You say that like our faces aren't on wanted posters already.

Besides, Pandora has a fairly loose definition of "legal".

Yeah? I can't imagine there bein' very many people there, much less law enforcement, considerin' the colorful wildlife you folks got.

It was a mining planet, but- and this is probably because of the wildlife- most of the workers were convicts. Prisoners and psychopaths. When the mining dried up, the companies abandoned the planet- as well as their workers.

Sometimes it feels like you can't go three feet without running into a bandit camp.

Yeah? [ he frowns, and the story of Pandora reminds him of more than one mining colony he's visited. With how destitute most of those places were, they lent themselves pretty well to acting as rendezvous locations for people up to no good. No law enforcement, no one to give enough of a shit that a bunch of assholes just rolled in. ]

So. What was a nice girl like you doing in a shitfest like that, anyway?

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