To be fair Krieg was a certain amount more crazed than most Bandits, but he stared at Maya for a long while as the woman spoke to him. His world was blood and fire and pain, alongside things he couldn't or didn't want to remember. Krieg absently scratched at one muscular, scarred arm as she spoke.<br/><br/><em>Tell her she knows how to save you. Thank her for taking you in. Just say something and nothing about poop this time huh? </em><br/><br/>Krieg cleared his throat and settled back, only a little bit uncomfortable with how intently the woman was looking at him. "A luxurious day in fatalistic harmonious symphonies of blood and pain!" he spoke the words forcefully and nodded as if that all made sense, "I can feel my blood in their veins crying out for sweet noodles in the back of the sky whale!"<br/><br/><em>Ugh. Not quite. Try something easier. Just give her a fist bump or something. </em><br/><br/>He'd drifted slightly while listening to his Inner Voice but he figured he could shut it up by listening. That usually worked. "Shut up shut up shut up outta me out out!" the psycho grabbed Maya's forearm and lifted it, firmly but not forcefully. He balled a fist and cocked his arm back, swinging slowly and carefully knocking his rough knuckles against the Siren's before letting her go and letting his breath out with a long whoosh.<br/><br/>"We should be tearing them up and slamming their brains into the wet earth while Pandora shrieks out around us for all of our sins!" he stood and grinned like he'd just shared a great secret, clapping his hands once and looking pretty amped up.<br/><br/>He was getting restless. Peace wasn't peaceful for Krieg, the voices started up again when it was peaceful.