<span style="font-style: italic">Proof. Why did they always want proof? As if the jobs werenâ€™t messy enough already. </span><br/><br/>Swatting away a small swarm of flies that had gathered around the bulging gunny sack slung over her shoulder, Haste gave a loud sigh which hissed out of the vents on her mask. Shaking her head, the woman grumbled something foul under her breath before she suddenly stumbled forwards a few feet, knocked ahead by the small, scraggly looking skag that ran around her once in a circle before jumping up at her back again.<br/><br/>â€œDamnit, Maliace, I already said it ainâ€™t for you. Down!â€<br/><br/>With a defeated whine, Malice turned his head away and returned to a sort of sulking walk at his masterâ€™s right side as Haste checked her map, only giving another groan; it was another solid three hours of walking back to New Haven under the unforgiving Pandoran sun. Peachy. Another day in paradise.<br/><br/>Resigning herself to the long trek back, the odd pair moved slowly across the dessert, only roused from their silent state by the sound of gunfire to their right. Malice instantly took off several feet in front of his master, knowing that the sound of bullets often meant a fresh meal for him. Haste, on the other hand, often found that it meant free loot.<br/><br/>â€œYou got the right idea, boy. Letâ€™s go see if anyoneâ€™s left something behind for us,â€ she called after the now galloping skag, taking a brisk pace of her own as she readied her beloved Torgue shotgun, the last piece of gear she had been able to afford on her own dime.<br/><br/><br/>Approaching the area, it was Malice that alerted his master to the sound of the Hyperion vessle, causing her to turn and face it.  Quietly asking herself the same question Jerik had, her pace slowed and she motioned for go, giving a wave of her hand that sent the creature running for cover. She paced a few steps forwards, finally noticing that someone else  was watching the Hyperion vessel as well.  Her gaze fell only to Jerik for a moment before back to the ship. One person she could deal with, but a whole ship might be another issue. For now, she'd have to prioritize.