[ first showdown: video ]

[overtwohundred]

[ When the feed turns on, there's Nisha, staring into the camera. She taps the top of the thing--it's definitely picked up by the audio--before she leans back a little.

The Salandit that's made itself at home across her shoulders gives a little croon, and Nisha scratches it under the chin like it's a dog. ]

Can't believe this crap is so outdated, but good to see some things never change. [ She looks incredibly relaxed, considering. ] Anyway, guess a greeting's in order, since I don't know how the hell long it's been since I was here last.

Nisha Kadam, pleasure's all yours. I've got a proposition for everyone here. When I get my team all trained up? Come and find me.

I'll gladly battle anyone who wants a challenge. And Vault Hunters, if you're out there ruining things all over again? You're all at the top of my list.

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[brokencode]

Yes I have seen a great deal of your... exploits. [Lynchwood had been virtually beyond her reach. She could see what was happening there, watched countless bodies fill the streets. The sheriff's eyes were everywhere, though. Even a clever A.I. would have trouble righting the wrongs Nisha left in her wake.]

It surprises me that he told me about you. Though I suppose all bets are off here in this new place. [Angel paused, considering her words carefully. Would Nisha be bothered by the idea of secrets between them, or laugh it off if Angel tried to wave it in her face? She knew of Angel's existence, but the siren couldn't help but wonder just how far that knowledge went.

She'd consider the idea another time -- Angel didn't think it would have much of an effect now.]

I suppose it doesn't matter. We are both here now, right?