[ Rhys swallows thickly, and it takes him a solid moment to gather his thoughts and respond. Because beside the sheer shock of actually seeing Handsome Jack, properly in the flesh, is his keen awareness of the smell of blood in the air, hot and cloying.

He breathes in sharply, his real eye dilating. ]

I...Look. This was a mistake. Again. Can I just-- can you just ask your guys to fix me the same as last time? I'll uh, I'll get out of your hair and let you get back to snorting frost mushrooms or whatever.