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"Doctor Banner." Pepper grinned. "Always a pleasure, what brings you by today?"

Bappo! Tu quis es?

That’s my motto, “Bitches love when shirts point to my dick."

"Bruce! It's good to see you!"

It should have been a milk run. The job was to pick up some echo recordings Dr. Tannis had misplaced in the Highlands. Maya went alone to retrieve them, hoping secretly that they would contain some new knowledge of Sirens. Instead the recordings chronicled Tannis's social woes and somehow the Loon had managed to leave each echo in a location more hazardous than the last. It was that Badass Pyre Thresher that finally got the better of her. The Siren had burns down her right side and breathing hurt ever since the creature knocked her hard against the rocks of the small cliff face. 

She'd made a quick exit back to Sanctuary, but Zed still had his hands full with civilians injured in the latest Hyperion attack. Someone outside Zed's clinic pointed her in the direction of 'that other doctor' rumored to be 'a were-bullymong' or some other nonsense. With all the real threats that existed on Pandora Maya couldn't understand how people still had time for gossip and superstitious fear mongering. 

She found the canvas tent easily, with no queue of injured waiting outside and nothing to knock on she let herself inside. 

The pair are in Bruce's kitchen before the good physicist can possibly discern their approach, almost as if the universe itself opened up for but a second and deposited them only a foot or so behind him. The woman proffers a simple silver serving tray upon which rests a pair of canisters, each containing a specific brew of tea. The man bears a sandwich board with the headers "Green" and "Black". Many tally marks have been drawn beneath the "Green" heading; the "Black" remains tantalizingly untouched. He holds up a piece of chalk expectantly.

The woman speaks with a slightly British accent, her tone whimsical, but beyond such impossible to read. "The question is simple: Green-"

"Or black?" the man interjects.

"Green?"

"Or black?"

"You can't go wrong with the green."

"Though the black has more of a subtle complexity."

"This is true, although the green has a propensity for a stronger brew and promotes physical well-being."

"But it does lack the caffeine."

"A critical ingredient."