[He growls wordlessly and fidgets in response for several moments. He's transitioning uncomfortably from mild confusion at his new, unexpected situation to active dislike - and anger, of course, always with the anger. There's nowhere to direct it, though, at least not anywhere within punching distance, and that just makes him fidget more, gaze wandering down and away from the video feed.]
Strip the flesh, salt the wound...
[He mutters it to himself, as if the sound of his own voice will help him process. It doesn't, not really, but the growl in his throat is comforting as it drowns out the echos in his brain.
He'd always liked Athena, had thought Lilith had been too hard on her, especially as her story neared its end. He understands making mistakes, and the drive to survive, and yeah, getting paid is something he knows all about, too, running missions out of Sanctuary and working with his team to stop Handsome Jack from beating them to their goal. So she'd worked for Jack for a little while. She knows what a stupid error that was, now. Why beat her up for it when she can do it on her own?
And his team isn't here, so...
Ease up there, buddy. Don't bust a vessel.
He looks back up at her, leaning forward towards the device again, but not obnoxiously close (probably). He pounds his own chest with one heavy fist.]
MEAT SHIELD SUBSTITUTE!
Fists and nails still work.
[He can totally eviscerate someone with his fingers, if need be, NBD.]
[video]
Strip the flesh, salt the wound...
[He mutters it to himself, as if the sound of his own voice will help him process. It doesn't, not really, but the growl in his throat is comforting as it drowns out the echos in his brain.
He'd always liked Athena, had thought Lilith had been too hard on her, especially as her story neared its end. He understands making mistakes, and the drive to survive, and yeah, getting paid is something he knows all about, too, running missions out of Sanctuary and working with his team to stop Handsome Jack from beating them to their goal. So she'd worked for Jack for a little while. She knows what a stupid error that was, now. Why beat her up for it when she can do it on her own?
And his team isn't here, so...
Ease up there, buddy. Don't bust a vessel.
He looks back up at her, leaning forward towards the device again, but not obnoxiously close (probably). He pounds his own chest with one heavy fist.]
MEAT SHIELD SUBSTITUTE!
Fists and nails still work.
[He can totally eviscerate someone with his fingers, if need be, NBD.]