{|Borderlands|} Mercy Me {|Group RP|}

Can I join? 

Sanctuary certainly lived up to it's name. Between the two gates and the mild security, it would take quite a lot of man power for the bandits and psychos to get in. Hyperian on the other hand would probably be another story, Zer0 looked up to the floating H in the sky at the thought.

Looking back he noticed that past the parked runner a ways was a young women. He approached lightly, falling in step with Larissa and Axton. It seemed Banshee and Salvador had already wandered off.

That could only mean the young women could be Gypsy. She exchanged a few words with Larissa, smiled softly before turning to Zer0. Sure enough her tone, despite being clearer, was definitely unique to Gypsy.

She waved and greeted him by that nickname. He returned her wave, crimson smile coming from his helmet. He stepped closer, noting just how tiny she was in person. Although that could just be due to his own obnoxious height.

“It is a pleasure,” He extended his hand to shake hers.

The size difference was very apparent, as well as his missing digit. He let his hands fall to his side after shaking hers.

He considered her offer, Sanctuary was a new place to discover. While he was used to doing things alone it would be interesting to be guided around for once.

“If you please Gypsy, it would be great company, show me around.”



Banshee had only snorted in response, he was acting like an unruly child. It was all hilarious to her; the man looked like he could rip a skag in half and instead all he does is bicker like an old maid. She didn't ponder further on the matter as she lead Salvador through the twists and turns of Sanctuary, sparring a wave and smile to Gypsy as she passed.

Despite being a resident, nine times out of ten she couldn't even find the center of town. Luckily, this wasn't one of those days, she could only imagine how he'd feel about being led in circles. For once her compass was pointing her just where she wanted to go, Crimson Raiders H.Q.

Unfortunately, he had something else in mind. Moxii's wasn't too far off from where they were now but, Banshee needed to get home. For a couple of reasons. For one, she didn't have any money on her and she always liked to tip Moxii to hear the latest gossip. Not to mention bone tired.

It probably wouldn't be a smart move on her part to arrive empty handed either, Roland would want to meet the Vault Hunters before all else. Not just hear that while his trusty Crimson Raider got one in Sanctuary, he may be too intoxicated to talk to. Yeah, no, that'd make her look bad.

“Sure, I know a place,” She shrugged her shoulders, “I'm not much of a drinker but it's all Sanctuary's got, so I assume it's the best.”

“But, I think you should get to H.Q before anything else.” She stopped then, turning to face Salvador for his reply.

Standing this close he actually wasn't too far from her own height. Funny, that must be why he's so jacked. Must be hard to be a guy who stands just under the average height of women.

{{OOC: It's gonna make that love triangle that much more fun frustrating~}}

Gypsy only received a glance in response from Larissa. Gypsy merely shrugged about it and turned her attention toward Zer0. Some didn't recognize her or felt no need to stop and talk given she was always tucked away in her home. It wasn't important and she didn't dwell on it for long.

She couldn't help but grin when that familiar emoticon appeared over that mask again. Gypsy would try to keep an eye out for that. If this was his way to expressing emotions, she would keep a note of it.

It seemed he took a moment to size her up. Gypsy knew she wasn't much to look at, scrawny as she was. Combat wasn't something she typically focused on, comfortable where she was as a hacker.

She let her hand slip into his own, finding a missing digit but said nothing of it. More or less, she was used to the oddities that she saw in Sanctuary. In a way, he and these others were no different.

"Something told me I wouldn't need to worry about you, friend," she commented, allowing her hand to fall back to her side when he released it. "I hope your allies are much in the same. People are already putting a lot of stock in all of you."

He seemed to mull over her offer after. It was difficult to tell without any little emoticon appearing over his mask. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of curiosity of what lay behind that mask. It left an air of mystery about him.

Eventually, he accepted the offer. She found herself a little glad, starting them off. Sanctuary was a rather big place despite the constant threat from Hyperion.

"We don't have much," she explained, motioning to him briefly. "Though, given our situation, it's better than where most would be."

She tipped her head back slightly, watching the large 'H' before she glanced away. Gypsy tried to run through the areas that they would need to see. There were several and if there was anything new, she hadn't been informed of it. She wasn't out enough to figure out that much.

"You'll have to forgive me," she carried on. "I'm not often out and about on the streets."


Axton watched the brief banter between Larissa and the girl named Banshee. There seemed to be a colorful amount of people here already and he doubted he'd met half of them. The bandits alone were an odd amount. These people could be just as bad, for all he knew.

He spared a quick glance around before his attention was on Larissa again. Really, she was a pretty woman and it surprised him a little to see her here. He was sure there were others as well, no doubt. Handsome Jack had made quite a few enemies.

A chuckle slipped passed him when she continued the brief banter. At least she wasn't incapable of joking around, despite their current situation.

"You'll see it in time," he joked in return. "Got to be patient."

He followed after her easily, his stride longer than her own. Falling into step was a simple thing. Once, he noticed her gaze flicker to the giant 'H' floating in the sky. A frown tugged at his lips but it was a momentary thing. Her attention pulled away from it, whatever she thought left unsaid for the moment.

Axton couldn't begin to guess the damage Hyperion caused to these people much less Larissa herself. That information was for herself until she decided to share it. Axton wouldn't push if that made her feel uncomfortable.

He spared a glance ahead, watching as Banshee and Salvador exited the runner. Zer0 was with a scrawny looking woman as well. Funny how that one was actually paying a little mind to someone. Axton wouldn't have figured him as one to be interested in others.

His gaze flickered back to Larissa when she spoke. A grin tugged at his lips. "Sounds like you're all going to put me to work," he noted lightly in response. "That's fine. I can handle whats going to be thrown at me."

Axton might have been playing off a little over confident but he knew what he was doing. Larissa would no doubt see that in time as well.

[OOC: You're just causing all kinds of problems for yourself here, Fang! It's a tug of war between who you like best~!]

It was a comical sight to any third party who cared to take notice. Having someone with the height of Zer0 be led around by someone with the height of Gypsy.

While she spoke, Zer0 took to scanning the area. He made note of where she gestured and what she said, but just barely. He was more so interested, or perhaps cautious, of those in Sanctuary.

Going off of all the tales of Sanctuary he'd expected more. This didn't seem as big of a treat as Handsome Jack claimed, nor did it seem like a haven of any sort.

Despite the name, Sanctuary appeared to have fallen on some rough times. Or perhaps it's always been this way. Trash was thrown any which way, there were shouts from all around and the people seemed to be stuck in a daze. In fact, many seemed intoxicated or downright insane, muttering to themselves as the two passed by.

They certainly didn't have much.

Zer0 ceased scanning the area when Gypsy spoke again. He could certainly see why she wouldn't take to the streets often. The uncertainty of who or what you might run in to must be unnerving for her.

"What do you do, Gypsy, if you find yourself outside?" A thought came to him then, "Do you ever leave here?"

He had to admit he was curious about her. She was a Crimson Raider, and a reclusive one at that. From how the other Raiders had interacted showed that much.

He couldn't help but wonder how she fared in the world. If she had someone to protect her or not. Surely she wasn't alone all the time.

Surely she had someone to watch over her.


"Yes, sir." Banshee stated bluntly, sarcasm rolling off her tongue as she rolled of her eyes. Rude git.

How was it she always got stuck with these types? What exactly was she being punished for? Gypsy gets tall, gangly and silent and even Larissa's Hunter seemed respectful. Although, all she really wanted to do was get some credit for 'saving' one of those Vault Hunters. Maybe this really is the price she has to pay.

Continuing down the main street that would lead the two straight to Head Quarters was tricky. The mass crowd of wandering drunks poured from the side street that led to Moxxxi's. The drunken howls and hoots grew louder and louder the closer they got. Banshee cocked her head towards the noise, chewing the inside of her cheek as she debated with herself.

Nine times out of ten Roland was out an' about, which would only really leave Tannis at H.Q. Probably not among the right company to get verbally belittled by her, wouldn't want him to get involved. She gave a side long glance to Salvador.

The sounds and bright lights had drawn his attention towards the little side street towards Moxxxi's. Not to mention the smell of Rak-Ale that seemed to radiated from the place. Banshee wrinkled her nose slightly.

There had to be a con somewhere. It would show just how fickle you really. Though he'd probably notice that eventually. Oh, what the hell.

"Tell you what, Salvador, we can pick this tour up later." Banshee gestured towards the side street, "How's about I 'owe' you now, eh?"

With that being said, Banshee set off towards Moxxxi's. Salvador practically at her heels.

{{OOC: Sounds good to me~ Think we'll have to divvy them up later on or just keep 'em in the background?}}

Wandering about was a tad comforting for her, especially distracted with showing Zer0 about. It was easier to ignore others milling about or what they had to say. Some rambled on while others sat, lost in unknown thoughts.

Zer0 took it all in carefully observing his surroundings. Gypsy didn't interrupt him from doing so. He seemed like he was a rather thoughtful one and interrupting those thoughts didn't seem right. Whatever was on his mind, he could share if he so pleased.

Gypsy clasped her hands behind her back, sparing a quick glance around as well. For the most part, Sanctuary wasn't doing as well as some would have liked. Regardless of this, she tried to remain optimistic. They were alive and a new shield kept Hyperion from attacking freely.

When he spoke up again, her attention drifted back toward him. She allowed him to finish before she tipped her head, pondering briefly how to answer that question.

"For the most part, I avoid coming out if I don't have to," she finally answered sparing a small smile in his direction. "Unless I'm on orders I don't typically leave."

She paused, pointing at her head then, "Once upon a time, Hyperion got a hold of me, really messed with my head in a bid to gain information. Ever since, I've suffered from severer headaches and memory loss."

It was as good an answer as any. The problem left it hard to work and get out and about. There were other things, of course, the trauma of that time lingered in the back of her head. Quashing those thoughts was a difficulty on a good day.

"I have Balto with me, for company most days." she further explained. "But I don't make it a habit of consulting too many others. A lot of them have...lost it, though, I can't really blame them."


Larissa seemed to relax as he boasted about though perhaps she was simply a good natured one. Those were hard to find, Axton had come to realize. A lot of people on Pandora just seemed crazy.

He pulled back from his boasting a little however in favor of surveying the area. The place looked more in shambles than an actual 'sanctuary'. For these people, it seemed it was the last place they could come to. Thinking of it like that was a little sad.

Axton's attention turned onto her again when she continued speaking. He spared a large grin, running a hand through his hair.

"I can't argue with that," he answered lightly in response. "Getting off my feet for a while sounds like a favorable plan."

There would be the meet and greet, of course, but a short chance to relax in all of this would be nice. He doubted he would be getting many as time wore on. Honestly, he found himself thankful for the lucky break. They could have been wandering for hours, for all he knew.

She fell quiet for a moment after that. Axton didn't ask why, no need to pry into business that wasn't his. Still, he noticed an almost thoughtful look cross her expression.

"For a sanctuary, you guys certainly don't have much," he brought up instead. "Better off than most places, I suppose."

The place did look to be quite a mess. What could be done here though? Warring with such a powerful company and a man who lead it. That was no doubt a difficulty in and of itself.

[OOC: Fang and I figured we can divvy them up and play out each role when the time came for them. If that it agreeable, of course~.]

Her isolated nature was fascinating. Whether it was some form of xenophobia or just a desire to stay alone was beyond him. Her attitude was refreshingly positive too, given the hard times her and Sanctuary had been facing. And then she mentioned her strife with Hyperion.

The news was shocking to say the least. While the general ways of Hyperion were well know, especially to Zer0, the brutality never ceased to surprise him. Rarely do they let prisoners, perhaps hostages would be a better word, walk free.

Perhaps she could take care of herself more than he gave credit for. If she went on missions for the Raiders in the past  she must be able to handle herself well.

Although, Zer0 wondered just how much the memory loss had effect Gypsy. Whether that was the reason she lingered back from others. She seemed to function fairly well so, nothing too bad. But, traumatic nonetheless.

It was an odd thought. Out of all the vagabonds that lingered in the streets of Sanctuary, Gypsy seemed to be the most normal. No signs of anything abnormal on the surface. Of course he couldn't really analyze her thoroughly.

He never noticed, or even considered, that she would have been put through anything of that like. There was a certain air about her, despite her desire for isolation, that just seemed...joyous. If not a little distant.

Zer0 chuckled lightly at her words, red smile filling the air between them. Her politeness was another refreshing oddity.

"Tell me about Balto." He asked, curious. If there was someone who regularly watched her back, he'd like to meet them. Make sure they continue to do their job right.


Banshee had been listening to whatever story Salvador had been spinning with baited breath. While she brought him here under false pretenses, she reasoned a laxed Salvador would be easier to lead around, now she just wanted to hear more stories.

Which was a little bizarre, Banshee seldom put that much effort into hearing a story or two. Unless of course, it was someone like Marcus or the Vault Hunters. She practically lived off of their tales and welcomed them with open arms.

This was different. She wasn't interested in some facade of heroism or lost lore. She was really interested in him. He certainly had a colorful past and it was always refreshing speaking with a native. Reminded her of the less-so-horrible days when they weren't in constant threat of a mad tyrant. Only the constant threat of loons with axes and guns.

He jostled her lightly when he clapped her on the back, pulling her back to reality. Her drink sloshing lazily in its stained glass. Her eyes felt heavy, her sleep schedule was reversed something fierce, she's never up this late.

"To tell the truth," She started, sipping what was left of her Rak-Ale with a sour expression. She still wasn't much of a drinker but, she wasn't one to miss out on something free either, "You're not too bad either."

The two sat in silence then, hum of the bizarre club music taking over. It was nice having company. In a place like Sanctuary one could be in a crowd of people and still feel utterly alone. That's how Banshee felt when she wandered the streets and the wastes.

"I was born here, too," Banshee reflected, silence becoming unbearable, "Lived in Old Haven, then New Haven..."

She drawled lightly, a slight disconnect in what she was saying. With a shrug she continued, "Now I'm here."

{{OOC: Alrighty that sounds good!}

She couldn't begin to read Zer0 at all, give she couldn't see his face. Maybe that was the appeal for him, giving him an advantage over others. Gypsy could only assume at this point.

She kept her distance from most others, tensing when she got too close as one person or a group passed by. The mutterings never stopped, news passing from one person to the next. She caught the conversation on occasion, most of it being about the Vault Hunters. There was relief in the air and Gypsy felt they couldn't be blamed for that excitement.

Gypsy blinked, turning her gaze up at him again. That strange emoticon 'smile' of sorts was there again. As quiet as he seemed, he was at least friendly and she was thankful for that.

The question regarding Balto caught her off guard for a moment. She tipped her head back, thinking it over before she shook it. "Balto's pretty lazy," she replied, scrunching her nose a little at the thought of the skag lazing about. Then again, when Gypsy wasn't doing work, she was doing the same thing. "He sleeps a lot, doesn't see much action."

She nodded in the general direction of her home. They hadn't stopped there yet and it might have been best that he knew where she was most days.  

"We can meet him, if you'd like," she explained, sparing a smile up at Zer0, "just don't expect a whole lot outta him."

Only when he'd made a decision on that matter would she lead him toward her home. It was still a sight, a mess inside. Gypsy didn't often pick the place up, so focused on her work in hacking.


Axton shook his head, an amused sound leaving him. The bullymongs shouldn't have caught him so off guard earlier but they had. Those creatures were so large, it hadn't surprised him to hear that Larissa's runner had been trashed.

"Well, doesn't that just ruin a pretty girls day?" he joked, lightening the conversation again.

For the most part, mentioning Sanctuary was a mess didn't phase Larissa much. She waved it off rather easily, silent for a long moment before she changed the subject. She wanted to get meeting these people out of the way just as much as he did, no doubt.

Walking around Sanctuary felt longer than it should have. Axton remained pleasant with most people, taking them in and even casually flirting with a few. Moxxi was certainly a looker as well and if Larissa shoot him a look for appreciating the view, he didn't notice it.

Eventually, they'd come to a halt in the middle of Sanctuary. Axton stretched, rubbing his shoulder after. His muscles were sore but it was something he was certainly used to. He spared a glance back in her direction when she asked about the Vault.

Axton answered with a shrug at first. He sat down, getting off his feet for a bit before he actually answered, "suppose for the same reason most others taken interest in it," he explained, "be nice to see what's in there."

He paused then, looking over Larissa for a moment. "What about you? What brings a pretty lady to a place like this?"

[OOC: Sorry it took so long guys. Been telling myself to get to this for weeks now.]

To an outside party, it would appear that Zer0's attention was primarily on their surroundings. His head cocked to and fro every now and again as the two traveled, picking and analyzing potential threats and the like.

The illusion was there but, that was not the case. Of course, despite the illusion of Sanctuary, he was still heavily on guard. His demeanor may appear relaxed and cautious but his senses were heightened in this time.

He still watched her as she spoke, taking in every little mannerism that surfaced as she continued. It was something his practice demanded of him, and he couldn't just turn years of training off.
A smile curled the obscured features from behind his mask, the way she scrunched her nose was very charming. Even as she was complaining about her companion.

He followed her nod to what he assumed was her home. A ram-shacked little metal building that mimicked the others that surrounded it. While the others seemed run down and potentially dangerous, her home had an air of coziness that was very welcoming. Especially in comparison to the others.

While Gypsy didn't seem bothered by his company, he'd hate to overstep boundaries or overstay his welcome. Besides, there was still the matter of Handsome Jack and meeting with the Crimson Raiders Leader.

Though it wouldn't be bad to get familiarized with some of the tech the Raiders apparently used for recon and surveillance. Perhaps he could even help them with upgrades or advances to their methods.

"We have time to kill," Zer0 offered, his choice of words more cryptic than necessary. Old habits die hard, he supposed, before adding, "I'd love to see your tech, if you'll have me."


The silence between the two came back as suddenly as it left, more so somber this time around. Banshee's eyes wandered slightly, noticing a patron stick some bills in Moxxi's tip jar, she strained against the music to hear what kinda dirt Moxxi had to tell.

It'd be hell trying to get a repeat out of her and any information traveling from her lips was bound to be good. Not to mention, anything to lessen the burning hole in her pocket was greatly welcomed now. She'd grab any freebies she could.

Salvador pulled her back from whatever gossip Moxxi was spreading. All Banshee could make from it was some nonsense between those two bickering tribes anyway. There was just something about how he spoke, or maybe it was the disorientation from the ale, but she believed him.

Like a hopeful child, she believed on his word alone that that Skag-Faced Pretty Boy will get just what the universe was cooking for him. He poked the skag den one too many times this time 'round.

"He better," Banshee agreed, eyes narrowing with determination. Any exhaustion or somberness was immediately washed from her tone as she practically cheered, "We'll keep fighting till he's down for good."

Whatever sods who had been lingering within hearing range seemed to cheer with her, mugs and bottles raised in her call. It was a drunken, lazy cheer but a cheer nonetheless and that's all she needed.

She'd been fighting all her life just to survive in the world, she'll be damned if she let him take everything without a fight.

"You know what, Salvador," She started, gesturing her bottle in his direction, "You're right, you are starting to grow on me!"

She chuckled as she spoke, feeling more so at ease with everything. As silly as it was, anyone who plays the true Pandoran or Anti-Jack card was a-okay in her book.

Gypsy's home seemed to blend right in to the tight knit shacks that surrounded it. If he hadn't been lead right to it he'd probably have missed it or mistaken one of the bigger complexes for her home. In a way it was reassuring, her shanty house was flaked by shacks that provided excellent cover. Although, there was something about her home that seemed more so cozy than the imposing scrap metal that gated it.

That could give her away.  

Bobbing his head to avoid contact with the doors threshold, Zer0 took in the room before him. It seemed to generate a natural warmth that added to the cozy aspect, surely from all the tech that blinked and buzzed along the walls. It was familiar in a sense, despite the salvaged appearance, the set up mimicked the command stations he'd used in the past.  

Even the endless tangle of wires and cables, which should have been seen as a haphazard nuisance were reassuring as he side stepped past and between each bundle.

“I thank you for your hospitality, ”Zer0 commented with a nod back at Gypsy. “I really must say, This tech is fascinating, Very nice set up.”

She seemed to glow at his remark, her pride was not misguided. To get half of these scavenged bits of equipment working in such a pristine condition was more than just remarkable. It took precession and a delicate, yet skilled, hand. Something Zer0 recognized in Gypsy upon meeting her face to face.

Even now, she seemed to move around her home with great ease, gesturing to what was what in the sparse lighting. If it wasn't for his mask he wouldn't be able to make out half the obstacles she seemed to naturally avoid. It gave her a bizarrely ethereal look and she chatted, pointing towards a salvaged processor here or throwing down a blanket there.

Balto proved to be a very striking specimen, by skag standards. His lazy nature possibly brought on by domestication.

“They're far less monstrous when they're like this.”

In truth, Zer0 wouldn't want to be a nuisance to her, or her 'partner'. Most of the Skag he's stalked in life had been feral, only entering in brief states of tranquility by nightfall or bullets.

He wouldn't want to impose on such a creatures basic wiring. Especially since something told him he'd be working a lot with Gypsy on this mission. Perhaps he would stay, it'd be easier to keep tabs on things from her outpost here rather than relaying between here and the Crimson Raiders Headquarters,


“Well shoot I can't just go around trusting everyone who wanders along,” Banshee teased, “I got my reasons to be doubtin'.”

She blew her bangs up away from her face as she spoke to illustrate her point, “All that gets you are scars like these.” She gestured up to her eyes, her pupils remained dilated despite the dim lighting of the bar. Around each eye were deep scars that seemed to zig-zag far past her brows.

Although she didn't elaborate any further on her rather cryptic comment and display. Her thick bangs fell back down and covered the scars and put a dim light around her eyes. She left Salvador hanging as she turned her attention back to her previously forgotten drink. She held the bottle up to her mouth with a grin plastered on her face, she chuckled lightly under her breath.

“Good to know I'm growing on ya though,” Banshee added, taking a sip from the bottle before her.

“We sure won't be at each others throats.” She snorted lightly, one less bickering pair of Crimson Raiders the better. Not to say that the other Raiders didn't like one another. Get enough people in close proximity for so long with a stressful job to boot and you'd be sure to see some blood spilled.

Metaphorically of course, or at least, half the time it was.

The grin on her face refused to disappear after her musings. She was genuinely excited now, all pessimism and anxiety from before barely registering. If all of those newbie mercs who arrived had half as much bravado as Salvador, than the Crimson Raiders would be in good shape. Banshee was sure of that.

With the way things were going, she had to be. Handsome Jack had been getting braver and braver as the days went on. He'd already started going after the leaders of the Raiders and the raids on Sanctuary were getting worse. What else did he have in store? She'd hate to dwell on it, not when the evening was going so well.

“We'd best start heading back out to Headquarters,” She announced, pushing her bottle further down the bar. She turned in her stool, hopping off with ease and nodded playfully at the Rakk-ale before them, “That is if you can stand.”

Lowering his hand, he turned to face Gypsy more fully, head still cocked ever so slightly to his left. It was a habit he'd developed through years in his field of employment. It always reared its head along whenever he found himself deep in thought. Plus a majority of previous targets found it utterly unnerving. That wasn’t the effect he wanted to have at this moment though.
 
“I don't mind it,” Zer0 responded, a smile flashed on his helmet painting the light around the two in a red glow, “I rather like helping people.”
 
He was rather reassured by Gypsy's words, standing straighter and looking at her more evenly. She had a manner about her, each word seemed to be picked carefully and spoken by her calming and smoky tone. She also seemed genuinely sincere in all she relayed. It was a refreshing change from his previous encounters with brash comrades, contracts and targets alike.
 
In the small silence that took over the two Gypsy seemed to be deep in thought. That demeanor he so enjoyed was quickly swapped for the other that seemed to make up the other half of Gypsy. Hands in her pockets and a sense of nerves on her face. Even her tone matched as she mentioned her previous trauma and her request.
 
As much as he hated to admit it, such atrocities she’s hinted towards were not an oddity in the wastes of Pandora. Especially not during a time of war such as this. He’d even dabbled in the art when hunting targets for contracts, sometimes when information was needed. Still, it left a bitter chill within him that he, in his extensive vocabulary, could not explain.
 
The glow from his visor filled the space between them yet again, muting the colors of the blinking lights all around them, as a red question mark came into view. The symbol glitched and twitched slightly as she finished her request before disappearing again, leaving the glowing lights of her tech to dance across his opaque mask. 
 
“I would be happy, to help in your endeavor,” Zer0 rolled his shoulder, “Anyway I can.”
 
If it meant more tech to help aid Gypsy in anyway, to make it easier on her to do what she did in comfort, well, he’d surely help.
 
Banshee took a few staggered steps forward at the impact, quickly craning her head in Salvador’s direction. With his ‘unique’ stature he coulda had enough force to knock her right down. Luckily for her the ale seemed to keep him at a slow, leisurely pace. Didn’t do much for that temper though, she noted dully.
 
She glanced about looking for any signs that she did know where she was heading, before honing in on Salvador once more. He certainly looked out of it, his chuckle did little to ease her worry.  She pulled her lips into a tight frown, cheeks ruddy with drink and the slight panic she was feeling.
 
“Nervous? Nah,” Her drawl was slurred slightly, as she squinted into the haphazardly staked buildings. The last thing she wanted to do was cause a ruckus with Salvador, not like he wanted to get to H.Q as it was. Keeping her tone as level as the drink in her system would let her, she met his eyes and offered a shrug, “Just not too familiar with the setup of things here.”
 
It wasn’t like she was lying, she barely even stayed in Sanctuary long enough to have a decent understanding of the denizens, let alone the side streets. She knew where to park her darlin’ crawler at Scooters, she knew from there to drag her busted and broken butt to Zed for aid and she knew how to load up on ammo at Marcus’ from there. If she was lucky she’d run into a fellow Crimson Raider and trail after them to H.Q. to catch some sleep before heading back out.
 
Frankly, everything looked the same. Time of day, level of intoxication or haze from travel did little to make any difference. Sanctuary was no New Haven, that was for sure.

Banshee seemed to visibly deflate, “Looks like we’re gonna be holding up out here for a bit, Sal.”