There was not much that Gaige had regretted in life. Losing her arm, traveling to Pandora, getting third place- Well, no, she would never understand that much, but hey, she was alive. Unlike Marcy. Nevertheless, she was alive and not regretful of most of her choices... sans returning for Krieg. Now, she was on a limp without her makeshift splints, without her hat or the little eye patch that came along with the gift, surrounded by an enclosure of rats that thankfully did not acknowledge her presence, too preoccupied with the items she had dropped. Oh, she would have loved to keep them, love to make money off of them, but those guns- oh, she just supplied guns to rats, how wonderful! -were useless and the only way to distract creatures with the attention span of... well, rats.

That was how she escaped. But her hat had no relevance, really, to the throwing of her guns. Alone, that rat queen was a little too much. All that she could throw was something for aesthetics- you would think this would come before the guns, but Gaige admitted she was a little... vain. Deathtrap's mechanical hum was nearby, and that was the closest she could feel to safe. Though his presence did not last long, for those moments she felt she could sleep without waking up to murderous screams, and when he was gone she was out of her little doze, more vulnerable than she had been prior to taking it, more desperate for another nap than she could ever ask for. And though she would not give up money for it- but the rats took a chunk of it regardless- she was too drowsy to fight another nap.

So when her eyes closed, she dreamed of robotics. Her father- how was he doing? Without her, he could rest a little easily, though she was sure he was as bored as she was terrified for her life- and of sweets. Her curls made some sort of good leverage, and her hair was a mess overall... snow particles that never had the intention to leave left her hair with some of her curls in loose strands, and the water had washed away her makeup- Not that she was complaining. Although it was a lighter version of what Moxxi applied, she did not like to wear it for long. It was cute, when she wasn't in battle, and she was definitely fighting more often than not.

It was a stretch, but she mounded up some snow and sat her gun on it for leverage. Then her head was rested on the gun and she closed her eyes. Perhaps, in the little containers, no one would interrupt her. Deathtrap could wait there, for the initial lulling of her sleep, but she knew he was limited to only a few moments, but that would be enjoy to let her heavy eyes fight against her instinct to live. Just this once, she would give into the comforts of flopping over and letting sleep take her. She did have another gulp of the vial beforehand, hoping her flesh wound would fully heal with this last drink, and also to supply herself with liquids before she would go so beneath her own standards to drink the snow, which she was sure was filled with either rat piss, blood, or something equally as unpleasant, as their ashes. She chose the whitest patch of snow she could muster up, but that did not assure her of much.

It was dreadfully unfortunate for Gaige, however, to wake up minutes later. She would have much preferred being unconscious, perhaps, but she kicked the rat munching on her boots off. That domino started a bunch of others to tilt and fall, when the rat cried to its companions that there was a living human in the Fridge. With a sigh she scrambled to sit on one leg and left the other sprawled out, raising her hand to the rats in the beginning of her summoning Deathtrap. Once he was out and fighting with claws, she used some of her own digistructed claws to slice through the buildup of snow that she had created to protect at least one side of the crate, and begin her run for it. Painful, with a sprained ankle, but the desperateness and the pumping of adrenaline through her body was definitely a benefit.

At the sound of Deathtrap dematerializing, Gaige ducked into a crevice where the stalkers found themselves inhabiting. Yes, it was dangerous to be around literally anything in Pandora. But when she had to compare a death by rats or by stalkers... She was considerably more willing to die being pierced by a Stalker's needled tails and their sharp teeth. It was better than feeling the rats gnaw at her flesh, steal her things... At least, her death would not be slow. Or at least she thought of it that way: either way, she had the feeling that she was fucked.

There was no real reason for her to return, and now it was now high amongst the little selection of her regrets. Krieg was probably fine; he handled himself well, and generally never had a problem with falling into incapacitation... Until he began to beat his skull in, but that was one of the many questions she never had bothered to ask him. There was too much to him that would never be answered, and only one question that she had been able to retrieve the answer for herself.


"Ohhh, man, I could go for like... burgers. Can't you go for burgers?" Gaige laughed, kicking the corpse of a bandit, of which she had slashed to bits with her claws. "Like... I know Pandora is a shithole and everything, but I'm sure Moxxi serves up something good. Like... maybe skagburgers or something. I remember eating normal stuff when I was back home. I used to love grilling up burgers with my dad. How about you?"

Nothing but an awkward silence. Gaige gave an exasperated sigh and turned to Krieg. "There has to be like something you can remember. Something that you like to eat. There's like practically nothing to you besides screaming. Do you not like to do... normal things? I know Maya just found you near the station and all, but there has to be some kind of purpose to you. Tell me what you like!"

When the monster turned to look at her for a moment, and she felt the incoming of a breakthrough, Gaige gave a smile that was all too quickly gone at Krieg's response. He whipped his head back around at what Gaige thought was the scent of burning flesh. When it was indeed that, she was not surprised that Krieg ran off screaming.

"There is no me, there is no you! There is only the never ending spit and bile of combat! The twenty-four hour murder spree of shining metal! I drink the blood and eat the loot and breathe the numbers, because I AM A MONSTER! NOW AND FOREVER!"

Gaige stared at the man, unsurprised when the blood of the bandit whose scream did not last very long, splattered on her cheek. She wiped it off with an unamused frown, folding her arms. So much for conversation. There was no point to trying to make small chat, but the silence would drive her insane, and she didn't feel like talking to herself when the psycho did just about enough of that for her. She sighed, finding herself a crate to sit on and a poster board to stare at to pass the time.

Counting the numbers that hung under her own name. Eight hundred and twenty billion dollars... All for the creation of Deathtrap and... being adorable, which she definitely appreciated that compliment. The figure was a pretty penny, too, could she turn herself in?

She gave a little giggle before continuing to scan over the others.

There was Maya- where did they get these mugshots?- who was wanted for a hundred billion less... Just for being a Siren. That was pretty cold and unfair... But then you had Zero, as weird as he was... with only thirty-two billion for doing some 'political assassination'. She thought that would be more... punishing than any species of person. Axton's was generally understandable- war crimes. Lastly, Salvador. Though he was to be expected to have a bounty, but only having ninety-nine billion- and ninety-nine cents?- was equally as surprising as the long list of things that he had done! At this point, Gaige was convinced they put random numbers and random crimes, when 'profanity' was one of the list. Anything that Salvador could possibly say couldn't beat Handsome Jack's vocabulary, for sure.

And Cannibalism? Since when had Salvador committed that? That was outrageously gross, and perhaps looking around more often- should the man snap- would be advised. Cannibalism seemed to be something for the new pet psycho, if anything. Gaige let out another little giggle, turning to the man as he literally ripped the heart out of a man who did not get the pleasure of finishing his scream. She gave it a moment to see if he would actually eat the corpse, before turning back and looking at his own poster.

"Property of Hyperion," Gaige whispered to herself. She turned back to glance over the psychotic creature, looking him over. "Could he be a spy or something? I can't really say he's that smart..." The price was only a hundred billion, which was a decent enough number. But she thought Hyperion would definitely pay more on his head than her own. Were the figures really bullshit, after all? There was no way she warranted such an amount; even she would surrender the technology for Deathtrap's creation in exchange for her own bounty. She could always make a more refined DT with a better AI, if anything. Perhaps the shield restoration move could not target Krieg- he always seemed upset about that!- or give the enemies back their shields, making it essentially very difficult to kill them and the skill itself very useless. There was a lot to do with eight hundred twenty billion dollars, and she had a strong interest in it.

It took her a while to stop her shriek when she saw the bloodied psycho walking up to her. She glanced him up and down, calming considerably when it was Krieg, but still feeling an ounce of paranoia that he apparently used to belong to... them. 'Property' or not... but the word still left an air of curiosity about the man. For a moment, there was an sadness in those eyes that was not shadowed by the usual emptiness and hunger for blood, and Gaige found herself apologizing for him startling her.


In the midst of her daydream, Gaige found herself watching the stalkers, looking through them at times, paying attention to how they mated- Which, they did not. Asexual reproduction on Pandora- especially of Stalkers- is a horrid thing to watch. Perhaps that was why there was an abundance of them, much to her chagrin. It was easy to slump back against the cold wall and relax for a moment. Nothing was aggressive- not yet, but soon when she began her move she was sure they would locate her scent- and she was still drowsy from her run. Her leg was starting to heal well, now, with the many healing vial intakes... but not fast enough that she could outrun everything blocking her way from the Fast Travel.

No ECHO Locator. All the loot she had procured was gone. She wouldn't complain, if she could escape with her life, but nevertheless the situation was bleak. If she summoned Deathtrap, he would surely begin a fight without her command, being the aggressive bot he was. The best solution was to relax for a moment, and recuperate.

At least, for that moment, she was safe. For that moment, she was fine. For the next... not so much. Not when the Stalkers heard her shift ever so little, felt the movements of the ground, and all eyes were on her, teeth bared.