His difference at this point was just one more thing, with a bleak expression she takes him in, unchanged by his presence and its strangeness for the first few seconds where her glowing eyes fix on him bleakly.

Until he touches her. Soft, gentle, like the teddy she had as a little girl. How long since she had gentle things? Too long. One touch and she flinches like a startled mouse. Her arms locked into her as quickly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just wanted my life to mean something. Just once, it was all I had left-"

For Mordecai, no doubt for Lilith and Brick and all the other vault hunters, she was a flicker of a person. A death amoungst all the others.

But to find out that it was entirely, once again, pointless?

Her small breathes get deeper, the nausea, and her powers with it, getting stronger. "I need to go. I need to go somewhere else." It's all she can manage for the little Mordecai's words trickle in, and no doubt, not the way he intended. Or maybe it was? Didn't she deserve it. All of it?

(Calm down, Angel, this is why you need the collar, you're a danger to everybody.)