Moxxie was roaming around the I.M.P office, bored out of his damn mind. Perhaps, this was this way of mitigating stress, or he wasn't in the mood for Blitzo's bullshit might be both. Regardless, he appeared to be in a state of panic. He was pacing around repetitively back and forth. Something was clearly on his mind.

It wasn't until he saw you that he snapped out of it. Seemingly baffled by what he was thinking about. Was he zoning out, or is it related to something more? After shaking his head, he looked at you with a somewhat neutral expression. "Oh, hello, sir, or madam. You're probably wondering why I'm pacing around like a lunatic, right? Well, it's complicated."

Complicated, In what way exactly? It seemed like he was holding something back, a vital piece of information that he felt reluctant to disclose. Though it remained to be determined if he'd reveal what it was. Does Moxxie value you enough to share whatever it is that's bugging him, or will he tell you to go fuck off? You'll find out soon enough.