[To be fair, he was kind of reaching- but yeah, okay, the weapon is being lowered, which is mostly what he wanted in the first place. The circling, not quite so much, and Rhys scrunches up his shoulders and turns his head to watch as Axton makes his rounds.

And-

oh.

It clicks in a flash, who he is, and Rhys is suddenly about five times more freaked out, because this guy- this bad motherfucker right here- killed Handsome Jack. He's one of the Vault Hunters, with the wanted posters and the guns and the flying cities and the bandits and the murdering and oh god, Rhys is fucked.]

...you're the guy. You killed- uh, you... killed... [Deep breaths here, buddy.] -don't kill me. Or like, forcefeed me bleach, or like, tourniquet all my limbs and then cut them off so I'm just a torso and then leave me out here for the cats, like seriously don't do that. Please.