Morikir started at Hector as he lit his cigarette, "If you keep on smoking those, you'll end up like me. No lungs, just robotic lungs and a face mask to let you breathe." He put his feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair as he heard a female voice enter the room. Morikir craned his neck and looked back to see the person standing there, a young woman with a sniper rifle on her back and blue tattoo's on her body. "Little young to be getting tattoo's don't you think?" Then the other man with the cigarette spoke up and something about her being a Siren, and something about collecting a bounty because of this fact. Morikir shot Hector a glance, "I don't think we should do that. Remember the stories of Handsome Jack and what he did to the Siren's he caught? I wouldn't wish that treatment on anyone." He put his feet on the ground, letting the legs of the chair that were suspended in air, slam to the ground ground with a loud crack, "Let alone turning them in to deal with that." Morikir stood up and went up to the Siren, extending his robotic arm in a gesture for her to shake it, "For yourself," he looked back at the other men in the room, "And everyone else, my name is Morikir." He walked around to the opposite side of the room as Hector and crossed his arms, just as a little robot waddled into the room. Morikir stared at the robot for a few long seconds, "Well then. Looks like I'll have someone I can relate to at least." As Morikir took a few steps forward, the Siren girl hugged the bot. 

Morikir went up to the little robot and knelt down next to him, "I think Maverick will like you. He doesn't meet many robots that weren't previously trying to kill us." Morikir put out his arms and Maverick came out of Morikir from all sides and floated in front of the tiny bot. Maverick stared at the bot and in a metallic voice stated, "My name is Maverick. Formally known as unit FV-2586. It's nice to meet you." Morikir stood up and took a step back, "I'm going to have to apologize, I can't go further than 5 feet from Maverick without him falling apart." Morikir closed his eyes and let out a sigh, "His systems were damaged when I incurred these wounds." He put out his arms and pointed to the mask, "I didn't get this from smoking. I got it from a battle." Morikir looked around the room for a few seconds, "When are we going to meet these strangers who brought us here together? Is this all of us? Are they waiting for us to all show up?"