When in Sanctuary, one only needs to look in one place for Nisha: nestled right under Moxxi’s well-endowed taps. With the level of trust between her and the Crimson Raiders leaving her shackled with a chaperone at all times, she’s not apt to linger anywhere else. It’s not her first choice of watering holes, but when you’ve been kicked out of just about every bar in the hemisphere and your fast travel access is still restricted, you have to compromise. She can only stand Hodunk moonshine for so long before it starts to eat holes in her gut.
She can’t tell if Zer0 is her most or least favorite person to be babysat by. On one hand, they spare her the awkward attempts at idle conversation, and generally they’re content to let her be. On the other, they’re always staring (or so she feels, but who really knows what’s going on under that mask?) and it’s not the greatest time to remember that they’re the one who took out her eye with one well-placed shot. Nonetheless, she seems comfy, boots propped up on the table, a bundle of darts in hand, and Zer0 patiently stationed in front of the board while she shoots an outline around them.
Aurelia strides calmly into Moxxi’s, notices a certain Sir Hammerlock sliding off a stool, and panics as calmly as possible.
Her smile twitches into an awkwardly wobbly line to match her internal screaming when she realizes - she’d seen a very familiar hat, too.
“What are we doing?” Anberlin asks, but Aurelia takes her by the hood of her coat and wrenches the poor girl into a pile of soggy cardboard boxes and trash bags just as Sir Hammerlock steps outside. He glances sharply at the wiggling, noisy trash pile and decides it’s probably not worth the risk of being bitten again, so he keeps walking.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing!” Aurelia says cheerfully. “I was so sure she would be right here, in this pile of garbage specifically. How strange that she isn’t!”
Anberlin squints. Oh, well. Lady Hammerlock knows best as far as she’s concerned, even if bordering on eccentric.
They enter Moxxi’s again, and Aurelia seems more enthusiastic this time. She taps an enormous man on the shoulder, who stares through dark sunglasses and listens to her describe Nisha with little interest.
















