Stretching.

❝...What do you want?❞

❝I tried to kill you, remember? Why would you want to talk with me?❞

❝Hm, very well. Though, I must warn you that I am not much of a conversationalist.❞

Hm, seems like we both could not stay dead.

❝Kill things, drink, smoke on my front porch, things of that nature. I tend to keep to myself now.❞

❝That is nothing to be jealous of.❞

❝If you are out for revenge, I would look elsewhere. There is nothing here for you.❞

❝You are not doing this out of pity, are you?❞

❝Oh? You must be here to pick my brain then, yes?❞

Buy Atlas, or else we will come to your house and kill you.

To-do list: • Reform Crimson Lance • Secure Eridian Artifacts • Field Test New Weaponry • Conquer Galaxy • Vacuum Office She's booked.

❝Not at the moment, but if you wish, you may test out some experimental weaponry for me.❞

Sitting at her desk, disassembling and cleaning her prized revolver.

Idly tapping on her desk. She's bored.

Groaning. Where the hell is R&D with those new cryo weapons she asked for?

Shredding all of her overdue paperwork. It wasn't getting done anyway.

//The Pre-Sequel is the best game in the Borderlands series and this is factual.