[Luckily for Rhys, Lilith's powers don't include telepathy or future sight or anything like that; she tugs him to his feet as casual as casual can be. Right now, all that Hyperion implies to her are particularly well-made guns, if occasionally a little hard to come by. The name Handsome Jack hasn't yet crossed her mind, either-- hell, they haven't even started building Helios yet. As far as she knows, Rhys is a guy from her relative corner of the galaxy who'd helped her to not die, and one good turn deserves another. That's it.

...Don't ever spill the beans, Rhys. Seriously.]

'Sup, Rhys.

She listens intently to his spiel, resting a hand on one hip. When his explanation's finished, she frowns, and answers:]

A "Door", huh? This... isn't the inside of a Vault, is it? I swear, if I have to deal with aliens and not get paid at the end, again, somebody's gonna get a faceful of something caustic. Don't get me started on how screwed up that emotions thing is.

[because no one is more adept at feelings than lilith. obviously.]