Yet it was clear something had happened here. Human-shaped statues lined the hallways and the corridors, dried up husks that protruded with eridium ore, and then eventually with the crackle of feedback, a voice was heard through the speakers.
“Hey hey hey, look who it is! My favorite vault hunter, and really, I do mean that quite sincerely, darlin’. So, superfan, do you like what I’ve done with the place? I was going for animatronic panic at first, but I think I got apocalyptic fallout instead, still it doesn’t look too bad right? Of course, I mean, obviously, because I was the one who designed it. So how’s it going? Haven’t seen you since you so rudely rejected me on Valentine’s Day, but hey, don’t worry, a Goddess doesn’t keep grudges. Much.”