burnBorderlands 2 - Paper Planes
“Mm-hmmm~”
“Fresh, aren’t we?”
”Fresher than a newly made batch of dynamites.” 
”So, sweet lady, what’s your name?”
What, was she crazy? Jake couldn’t figure out what was worse: the fact that this very young individual was jumping at the opportunity of murder, or that she actually thought he’d ‘sign her up’ to help him out.
He heard her mention being some kind of demolitions expert?
“You sure that’s such a good idea?” He asks, skirting around implications, but attempting to drill a little more sense in the girl’s head. “These things are probably something you’ve never had the pleasure of dealing with before.”
Just a little bit Jake.
”Just look here! Just ‘cause I’m tiny, don’t mean I don’t know how to kill.” She retorts, shrugging off his words as if they meant little to nothing to her. “I’ve beat up skags, psychos, and hyperion alike — I can handle the same bitches you’re dealing with. 
Tiny Tina hates any other type of cookie that isn’t chocolate chip.
She will not hesitate in sicking Enrique on the perpetrator’s ass, whether it’s fine or not.
He doesn’t respond by raising his lips like she asks, but Tina did have a point. He gives a curt nod in acknowledgement, hand moving to scratch an itch on his head.
“Not much… unless you get your kicks from taking down those mutant bastards wandering around.” Seeing as the other was just a young teen, he assumed she didn’t.
The nod was sufficient for the 13-year old and she continues on smiling like an idiot. Brightening up once Jake answers her question. 
Taking down shit, well, blowing it up was Tina’s specialty. One that she prides herself in, of course. “Well, sign me up brotha’! I’m in the mood to kill the ever living crap out of sucka’s!” Exclaims she, resting her hands on her hips.
“How the generations have changed.” Feigns a sigh.
“Rough around the edges.”
”Whatcha’ mean by that, lady?” Perks a brow. 
”I’m completely smooth and round like my ladies badonkadonks!”
Jake can’t help but chuckle at the teen’s temper. Kids.
He was about to question what this ‘Pandora’ thing was, but the rather blunt mentioning of her parents’ fate caught his tongue. “—Oh.” Instantly feeling a wave of regret wash over him for bringing it up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
How was he even supposed to go about this subject?
Oh great, now everybody was sad. 
”Hey! Don’t be sorry, it’s not like you’re the beeotch who killed them in the first place, so smile will ya’?” The girl states with a grin gracing her own features. While the topic was depressing, it was best to act nonchalant about it.
”So, sweet stuff, got anythin’ fun to do ‘round here?”
“A bit past our bedtime, hm?”
”Hell no! I got hours to go before I really knock out, sistah’.” Snickers. “Why you so concerned ‘bout it anyway?”
“And who’s your ‘main-squeeze’?” [raises eyebrow] “Yeah, lucky me. Where exactly is here?”
”A vault hunter.” Presses a hand against her cheek, smushing it. “You’re on Pandora, my brotha’, more importantly in the Tundra Express.”
