Honestly for Krieg time was relative and he didn't really like to think on it. There had been times when in the throes of passionate pain he'd thought a moment would last for a thousand besides and other times during the thrill of combat, skin blazing and wounds criss crossing his scarred flesh that those moments were gone in a blink. Even waiting bored he found ways to occupy himself without even really trying, a subtle innocence to the killing machine that belied his bloodthirsty rage.<br/><br/>When the Siren came out with her guns ready to go and everything all set she'd find him squatting down and absently picking through a small pile of assorted debris. He'd begun piling bits in what seemed to be a random and yet artistic manner but when she addressed him Krieg scattered them and stood to his full height. He grinned back at her smile, though his mask obscured much of his face, lifting his thick arms and balling meaty fists.<br/><br/>"Tenderize the meat! Make it soft to EAT! Bwahahaha!" he seemed in good spirits though and tromped over to Maya, fixing her with his good eye as he passed and then waving her along. It was weird that his quest marker just followed her but then Krieg saw lots of things that didn't really make sense. At least the voice in his head had shut up for now. It did that whenever he had a real focus.<br/><br/>Krieg didn't know where Maya would want to go or what she'd want to do but he figured she'd take the lead once they'd left Sanctuary. Part of him wanted a car, but that part of him also wanted to ramp it off things and see how far it could fly. Or maybe feel the crunch of bullymongs under the wheels. Something.<br/><br/>He was still chuckling to himself, though at times it was more of an inane titter, but Krieg laughing, however creepy, wasn't ever really a bad thing.<br/><br/>