Hitzel stepped off the bus, checking her projector in between steps. She didn't seem to notice Marcus' snide comment, her attention focused on the screen of her portable television. She closed her left eye against the intrusion in her vision from their guardian angel, taking her for a hallucination. Given the amount of liquor and narcotics she tended to have going through her system, hallucinations were depressingly regular occurrences for the young sniper. She hopped off the last step into the dust, taking a moment to determine if Claptrap was an alcohol induced vision or reality.<br/><br/>Realizing that the little robot was unfortunately real, she took a deep breath, knowing full well that this was not going to be one of those pleasant "in and out" missions. At the thought of pleasant in and out, she peeked over at Rohn as he introduced himself, her eyebrow raising a quarter inch as she sized him up. His outfit was too bland to be a costume. True military, or at least military trained via mega corps.<br/><br/>... she could fucks with that.<br/><br/>But more interesting was the young lady that stepped off the bus. Hitzel tilted her head at the girl, her stare uncomfortably long and penetrating, as if she were trying to decide just what the pistolera tasted like. The uncomfortable stare did not have a positive result, given the haste with which the girl sought the company of the robot. Hitzel shrugged and offered the gentlemen a smart salute that left her rack bouncing for a full two seconds, "Lieutenant Hexx, Hyperion Sharps Corp. Hexx with two x's. I shoot people for money, and I am ever so hopeful we can all be friends! ... fair warning, of course, I imagine there might be a great many benefits involved."<br/><br/>She eyed the third passenger out of the corner of her eye as she hooked up the HUD the screechy little robot had given her. He looked as lusty as lettuce, the type that would complain about her smelling like cigarettes mid-fellatio. Cold fish was the best when finally warmed, she knew from years of hedonism, and given how few people she knew in the frontier, she didn't have her pick of the litter for a pet lackey, "Who else is taking the tour with the out of warranty robot?"<br/>