“That just…that can’t be sanitary…”

“I know how to use it, thank you very much.”

Miscelanious Sentence Starters

Angel raised an eyebrow as she watched him fiddle with a shield. She was floating over his shoulder, inspecting it closely as he drove a screwdriver into a circuit board and promptly electrocuted himself. “What you’re saying and what you’re doing are giving me two different answers. Are you 100% positive you don’t want my help,” she asked nervously.

The siren didn’t want to see anyone get hurt, much less the person that seemed to be carrying around her disembodied conscious in their brain. “I can help you know. I’m great with technology,” she boasted for the hundredth time.

“So you’re the other siren I’ve heard a lot about...”

“Yes that would be me! It’s nice to finally meet the Tiger of Partali! Please have a seat,” she asked while gesturing to a couch in front of her. “I have so many questions to ask you!”

Gaige sits in front of Angel and raises a brow. Staring contest time.

Angel was shocked when the Mechromancer sat in front of her. She raised an eyebrow questioningly, setting the book she was reading down onto the coffee table. “Um…can I help you,” she asked not breaking eye contact.

you spend your life spying on people, kid?

Angel was surprised to hear from the Firehawk after so many years of silence. She thought that the siren hated her for tricking them into opening the Vault the first time. Granted, she was forced to trick them, but that didn’t matter to the Vault Hunters at the time. They only saw a deceiver and a monster.

“I…I would prefer not to but I don’t really have a choice,” she commented back.