#zynfrcity

Some part of Angela still couldn't believe she was doing this, it was so unlike anything she had ever done--so unlike, well, her. Willingly joining a group, if they could even be called that, who called themselves 'vault hunters' but seemed little better than the bandits they killed in the name of...well, she supposed everyone had their own separate reasoning behind their 'occupation'.

At this point she needed to stop thinking of them in such a condescending manner, she was one of them now. A doctor from a faraway planet doing her part to 'help', if the rumors about some sort of cult were true then it would be in her best interest to help nip whatever it actually was in the bud before it had time to get worse. If it meant saving more lives in the end she was hesitantly willing to pick up a gun. 

That being said, having a gun and knowing how to use it would only get her so far if she didn't find where in the hell she was supposed to be going. Of course this would be the time her ECHO device would malfunction. She pulled it off of her hip to glare down at the way the map would oscillate between nothing but a blank blue screen or a screen full of random letters of text that spelled out complete gibberish.

Instead of trying to figure out the issue while standing out in the heat the greenhorn vault hunter decided to step into a shady looking bar not far from where she had been dropped off by Marcus on that poor excuse for a bus.

The door, looking akin to an old saloon from holovids she'd seen as a child, creaked as she opened it. It swung back on rusty hinges, screeching as it did so. The doctor glanced about, noting that she wasn't the only individual there, but for the most part all of the other customers looked rather....shady, and that was putting it politely. 

Well, there was one who looked considerably less shady than the rest, but it looked like he was resting his head on the bar, hand wrapped around an alcoholic beverage that had been placed on the bar as well. Her brows furrowed as she approached him.

"You probably shouldn't sleep in a place like this." She commented, from vault hunter to concerned doctor in one second flat, that had to be a new record. She went to place a hand on the male's shoulder to rouse him, only for it to pass through him, the 'man' disappearing with a blue flash. 

Angela gasped, taking a step back in the surprise, glancing around for the 'real' version of that man (if there even was one) and to see if anyone else had seen or even cared that it had occurred.

Apparently not.