@furiiosa
drenched in sweat, and motor oil. ( the used shit too ; clumsy war pup tripped and spilled a pan while sheâd been pulling out from underneath the chassis of askeletonframe car. ) it doesnât perturb her. sheâs been covered in worse. covered in mud and piss and blood. her arm, her whole one, lifts to wipe some of the oil from her cheek, but she ends up smearing more there instead. squinting through the sweat stinging her eyes, she takes a long moment to size him up.
       THAT GOD-AWFUL MAKE SHIFT ARM makes her want to punch him with it, metal digits curling with the residual impulse, jaw tightening too. itâs the mention ofchild murderers that really piques her attention. she nods at the boys in the garage to scram and they do, quickly, doors locking solid behind them.  â i donât need your crappy tech. tell me about these assassins and give me a better reason why i should stick my neck out for a fucking stranger. â
   â Fieee-sty. I like that in a woman. And BECAUSE Iâm feeling so benevolent, Iâm going to pretend you didnât just call my top-of-the-line-first-class-HYPERION-gear âcrappyâ, and give you the benefit of the doubt that years baking under the hot sun probably has left you a little worse for the wear. I mean, beyond the obvious ---- ehhh aesthetic issues. â At long last he stops talking, but for a moment, to breathe in and look her over. It could be worse, he realizes. She could be a psycho, or some bright eyed newbie vault hunter hoping to strike it rich. A salacious snarl twists up his masked lips as he reclines back on his makeshift throne chair. Yeah, heâs pretty damn sure sheâs the perfect person for the job. â First of all, weâre not strangers! At least, Iâm not. I mean COME ON my face is only on the side of every other building left standing! Everyone knows who I am; Handsome Jack! President of Hyperion! Savior of Pandora! The man who would be king!! --- â He pauses, voice having reached nearly booming levels, at which point he clears his throat and refocuses. Maybe his reputation was important, but avenging Angelâs death was top priority. Especially if it meant seeing those scum-sucking shitbag vault hunters smeared clear across the entire expanse off Pandoraâs desert. â And these murderers are a bunch of self-righteous glory hounds who think itâs just --- perfectly acceptable to hurt ANYONE to get what they want, children included. Theyâre a  freaking blight on the good people of Pandora, and I want them DEAD. No price is too high for their heads. â And yes, the hypocritical irony of his complaints was in fact, completely lost on him.
