Ha, I wish Hyperion owned this place! Nobody does. This is an uncharted planet, sweetheart, and some weird powerful alien zapped ya here. Like it did to me. And Rhys. And a bunch of other people.

[Jack gets to his feet and dusts himself off. He runs his hand along the line of his mask, at the point where Fiona punched him. he only has the one, and not exactly the means to fix it up if it gets damaged. But it feels fine.]

Now how about we start over, huh? Hi, pretty woman I don't know and have nothing against yet, I'm Handsome Jack. You are...?