Maya smiled at the psycho, who stared at her with wary surprise. It was surprising, to say the least, that he'd spoken so coherently before. There was something about the man that drew her to him.

The train made a warning sound, the gears getting ready to begin moving. The psycho whipped his head towards the train, then slowly met her eyes again, a sadness permeating in his own. Huh.

"You can come, if you want," she said. He perked up a little. "You might have to sit in the back; I doubt the other vault hunters will be too happy about a bandit on board, but I'll tell them you're with me if they make a fuss. I'd rather not have to do that 'til later, though."

The psycho nodded and hopped onto the train without a word, moving towards the back. Maya sighed to herself. She needed to stop being so maternal.

The psycho didn't remember the last time he'd been on a train, much less a seat that wasn't covered in blood. He was in the car behind the siren's own, where he could just barely hear laughter and talking over the sound of the engine.

Maybe someday it'll be okay for us to sit up there with the rest of them.

Instead of dwelling on it, the man glared at the passing scenery.

He wasn't quite sure when he'd fallen asleep, but the sky had begun to get dark with a snowstorm when a crash startled him to consciousness.

"Ow... that really hurt..." a young girl's voice muttered. The psycho stood, holding his axe near his hip, and went to investigate.

A young girl, barely 18, wearing cleaner clothing than he'd seen in his life, lay on the floor rubbing her hip, presumably having had fallen from the baggage hold above them.

She glanced up at him and smiled warily. "Uh. Hi there. Can you help me? I landed on my arm and it really hurts."

The psycho offered her a hand, which she took with a prosthetic metal arm- jeez, it was times like these he remembered how huge his hands were.

"Thanks, uh, big guy. My name's Gaige. If that matters. You haven't killed me yet, so I guess it does." The girl smiled. "You got a name."

"I am the one whose name will be on your lips when your rib cage is ripped open as I feast upon your precious meat!"

Translation: no idea.

The girl was taken aback, but the fact he'd holstered his axe told her he was safe. "Uh, okay, so you don't have one, I guess. Well, then, I guess we'll just have to-

There was an explosion, and the world went white.

"He's still breathing."

"He looks too heavy to carry..."

"Not if we all pitch in. Come on. Gaige, Maya, you get his legs. Zer0 and I'll get his arms. Salvador, see if you can't get his body out the snow."

The psycho's eyes fluttered open, only to find himself surrounded by mostly unfamiliar faces. A blonde man, who was sitting the closest to him, smirked at him. "Well, good mornin', sleepin' beauty. Have a nice nap?"

The siren scoffed and kicked him lightly, though the man took it with a laugh. The psycho coughed and sat up, in spite of the ache in his bones.

"Where...?"

"Our 'employer', Handsome Jack, set up a trap. He sent us here to die," the man immediately supplied, helping him stay upright. "But we're not. And there's a robot waiting on us to get us to some place called 'Sanctuary'. And your girl Maya didn't want to leave you behind."

The siren turned away with a blush; he figured that she was Maya.

"I've been told you met Gaige, too-" the young girl from earlier waved and smiled, "so I'll introduce the rest. Shorty's Salvador, dude in the suit spewing haikus is Zer0, with a number at the end, apparently, and I'm Axton. Got a name?"

"He yelled something about ribcages and stuff when I asked him, and looked really embarrassed," Gaige piped up, "so I assume the answer is no."

The psycho nodded in affirmation.

"Huh. That's a dilemma. Anybody got some ideas? We can't just call him 'dude' or 'psycho'..."

"Why not Krieg?" Maya suggested. "He's a violent guy. It fits him."

The others agreed, and then, when he finally got on both feet, they were off.

Krieg.

He liked that name.

It made him remember something.