The little robot was gesticulating wildly, offering her an ECHO device. Maya had been about to take it when the crunch of footsteps told her she wasn’t alone. Her hand dropped to her side, grasping for her trust SMG—which was gone. Right. The train. She turned to take stock of the intruder. Her lips twitched into a frown. 

The intruder—which was, perhaps, the wrong word to use—was a [i]child[/i]. Maya bristled at her own thoughts. The girl looked to be on the cusp of womanhood, but the siren knew better than most that childhoods were often fleeting. Her brow arched as she considered the redhead. She looked as cold as Maya felt. Colder, even, judging by the robotic arm and skirt. Although she couldn’t quite manage to phase lock, her tattoos at least kept her warm.

“Another Vault Hunter!” The yellow robot chirped, launching into its introduction again. Maya nodded in wary greeting. 

“Hello,” she greeted, although her teeth chattered in the blistering wind. “I assume you were on the train as well, then.”