Krieg wasn't exactly sure what was going on at the best of times. He knew pain though, pain and anger at the world that had made him what he was. Well. More anger at the people than at Pandora. Hyperion and all of their labs and needles and slag and who knew what else. Somewhere something was telling him he needed to move though.<br/><br/><em>Yeah, that's me. She's getting creeped out you damn weirdo. </em><br/><br/>Whatever it was it was an annoying buzzing that kept exerting its will on him and Krieg didn't like it. The shining lady that he'd met at the train station hadn't shot him though. Krieg could tell she liked him. But not that much. Not a lot anyway. So he stayed away and just watched as if he could figure out what it was about her that was so shiny and good in this world of shit and blood. Pandora wasn't a pretty place but Krieg couldn't imagine Maya anywhere else. The others had their own light but only Lilith came anywhere close to as shiny as Maya's light and hers was different. Hers was warmth and heat where Maya's was cold and shone right through everything.<br/><br/><em>You're still staring, idiot.</em><br/><br/>Krieg shuffled out from behind the support post that hadn't hid his towering bulk in the slightest and walked over closer to Maya, squatting down and resting his elbows on his knees. Okay so she'd shot at him, but she hadn't actually shot him. Fact was that he didn't know just what to do when there wasn't any danger.  Sanctuary was a strange place of strange lights and stranger sounds. There was Claptrap who wasn't all that bad and maybe understood him? Moxxi liked having him at the bar when there was trouble but most people just avoided him. Just as well really.<br/><br/><em>You ain't gonna hurt em bud. You know what'll happen.</em><br/><br/>"The world is made of meat and pigeons but we're here and we're not taking them on the hike," his one good eye glared out, burning with madness and fever even though that was his standard, "Souls scream for more, always more and always deeper!" it made perfect sense to Krieg after all and to make his point he slapped a fist into his open palm with a meaty impact. Afterward he grinned and laughed, not a deep belly laugh but a soft and rambling little giggle that was at odds with his muscle bound form.