That mask was familiar. Takahara had a brief stint at Atlas and Hyperion, where the bosses would continuously bitch about bandits. They tended to be... justified in their complaints about the Pandoran criminals. Of course, they were more or less forced into the lifestyle due to the absurdly murderous conditions on the planet. Kind of like that last world Takahara had been stuck in. The older man in the black mask

"Well, judging by the outfit and smell, I'm guessing you're from Pandora. I'm just going to say you're a long way from home. This is a Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria on Earth. You're not even in your home universe right now. Since you're from Pandora, that's the good news. The BAD news is that New-U stations can work across multiversal boundaries. If you die... you end up on Pandora again."

Takahara looked concerned for the Bandit. Pandora SUCKED. Heck, working a cushy job at Hyperion had sucked. But that was because Jack was a maniac after those Bandits from Sanctuary scarred him physically and mentally. But he knew the worst part. All of those bandits were once just regular joes driven to desperation when abandoned by the corporations they worked for. Sorta like him right now.

"...Hey. You're ex-Dahl, right? Office worker? My name's Takahara, and I'm starting up an Evil Organization like the old days. You want a job that makes money hand over fist and gets you a way off Pandora?"