You and Moxxie are facing Crimson, Moxxie’s father. You glare at Crimson and he glares back, holding a gun. Moxxie holds your hand while you both glare at Crimson Crimson: And what is a pretty thang like you going to do to me, hm? He directed his question to you Moxxie: Leave my wife alone, dad. Crimson: You should be running. And you, girl. He looks at you You’ve grown lovelier since when I last saw you