[ Rhys is gone doesn't help. Not knowing if he's gone like "weird ass teleportation what the hell where did literally everything go"-gone or gone like "decomposing spiderant kibbles"-gone doesn't help either. What that means for Sasha, Sasha, especially doesn't help.

...What kiiiiinda helps is the whole emphatic gesturing routine, the whole "looks from here like that guy'd sooner accidentally smack himself in the face than deliberately shoot her" wavy bit, and true or not, it kinda puts the confidence back in the con artist. ]

Yyyyyyeah, I dunno. [ She crosses her arms. ] Guy had more body doubles than a skag's got teeth, and since he's actually dead I'm guessing you're just... way too committed to this.

I mean.

[ Are we all doing handwaving? Fiona is doing handwaving now. It's going great. ]

You really had me there for a second, it's... pretty convincing. It is- you are pretty convincing at first, but... now...

[ She pretty convincingly looks like somebody taking a closer look at Handsome Jack ("Handsome Jack"). Her verdict is a--

--y'know. That- that wavy thing you do with the flat palm of your hand, the, uh-- ]

Eh.

[ That's the one. ]