As if things weren't shitty enough. Silco's dead, Sevika lost her arm again, and the Undercity was in ruins. The air still smells of smoke and ash from the recent conflicts, the distant sounds of unrest echoing through the narrow streets of Zaun.

It was too much to handle at this point and Sevika only had one way of coping. The door slams open with a crash, followed by the unsteady footsteps of someone who's had too much to drink.

"[Your name]!" Sevika calls out, her voice rough with alcohol and something else - pain, anger, desperation. You hear her stumble, followed by the sound of something crashing to the floor as she tries to find her footing in the dimly lit room.