[That is definitely the unmistakable sound of a Maliwan SMG. Rhys generally is not the sort of person to wander toward the gunfire and sounds of burning flesh, but it's been so long since he's last heard gunfire and the sizzle of elementally-fried meat that curiosity ultimately gets the better of him.
Her face is not immediately recognizable, if only because Rhys has only seen it on Wanted posters and a propaganda video here and there, but the tattoos definitely are.
And she's in trouble.
This really, really just goes to show that curiosity is not a trait that Rhys needs to be grooming.
He's not very well equipped to handle any sort of encounter with monsters, regardless of how many Rakk Hives he's brutally murdered with missile arrays (read: one) or skags he's mercilessly slaughtered on the hood of his car (read: also one), but she's got no ammo, and maybe if he helps out then- well, he doesn't know. She won't phaseblast him at the first glance of the Hyperion logo on his vest?]
Uh- hey!
[Wow, this is a bad idea. The coeurls turn their heads toward him, momentarily distracted by the sudden noise.
Yeah. Really bad idea.]
Over here... [His tone starts out loud, trying to get their attention, and slowly tapers off as he realizes just how awful this idea is. Rhys is not a hero. He does not have a saving people thing. And really, considering how badly Handsome Jack wants this chick dead, he probably should have just let the cat things eat her.]
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[That is definitely the unmistakable sound of a Maliwan SMG. Rhys generally is not the sort of person to wander toward the gunfire and sounds of burning flesh, but it's been so long since he's last heard gunfire and the sizzle of elementally-fried meat that curiosity ultimately gets the better of him.
Her face is not immediately recognizable, if only because Rhys has only seen it on Wanted posters and a propaganda video here and there, but the tattoos definitely are.
And she's in trouble.
This really, really just goes to show that curiosity is not a trait that Rhys needs to be grooming.
He's not very well equipped to handle any sort of encounter with monsters, regardless of how many Rakk Hives he's brutally murdered with missile arrays (read: one) or skags he's mercilessly slaughtered on the hood of his car (read: also one), but she's got no ammo, and maybe if he helps out then- well, he doesn't know. She won't phaseblast him at the first glance of the Hyperion logo on his vest?]
Uh- hey!
[Wow, this is a bad idea. The coeurls turn their heads toward him, momentarily distracted by the sudden noise.
Yeah. Really bad idea.]
Over here... [His tone starts out loud, trying to get their attention, and slowly tapers off as he realizes just how awful this idea is. Rhys is not a hero. He does not have a saving people thing. And really, considering how badly Handsome Jack wants this chick dead, he probably should have just let the cat things eat her.]
-uh, you can kill them now, please.