"Sucky or not, seems like the kind of job they give the old callous guy in movies. You know, the one who's usually named 'Hodge' or 'Earnest' or something," She replied with a shrug, taking a thoughtful bite of the meat after dipping it in her soup. She knew not to eat too fast, obviously. Years of digging for food had taught her that there's usually not enough to go around if you toss it back up. The thought hadn't occurred to her before, though.<br/><br/>"Theadora. Most people call me Thea, though lately I've had the unfortunate tendency to be addressed as a rodent," She introduced, leaving out her last name, as usual. It wasn't that well known, but her parents had been one of the first public executions in over a decade, and one of the last. Most people wouldn't recognize it, but she didn't want to risk the pitying and curious glances.<br/><br/>At the doctor's question, Thea smirked, leaning back in her chair and giving the question a thoughtful look. "Yes, please do." She replied, subtly mocking his serious tone. She wasn't trying to be rude, she just found it outright hilarious.  Coming from one of the poorest areas of the Borderlands, she wasn't exactly used to the manners and politeness. And she felt kind of sorry for the kid. He looked so anxious,and she wondered briefly what was sucking so much life out of him. Of course he didn't actually have faith in this mission. She was the only one who ever had faith in anything anymore, or at least the only one she knew. Then again, maybe the other areas were different. Maybe they weren't constantly surrounded by so much hopelessness. That would explain it. They still had some hope in themselves to put into every failed mission.<br/><br/>Then again, this was the Borderlands. The only thing less available than supplies was hope.