Krieg didn't seem to mind that Maya had come across him fiddling with the trash. He'd scattered it because he was done with it, not out of any desire to hide what he'd done. The psycho grinned and thumped one thick-fingered hand against his chest at her suggestion, grabbing his axe but not drawing it before he paused pensively. He growled and tilted his head before watching a brightly coloured Torgue scattergun digistruct into his grip. He shook it and slapped the barrel once before miming a shot and then an explosion. "Boom! Badlands rerun!"
He followed Maya like a puppy might have, though it didn't escape him how beautiful and graceful she was. Her fear of him seemed to have mostly evaporated, which was foolish in his Inner Voice's opinion, though Krieg mostly just thought that it'd make her an easy kill if it came to it. He smacked the side of his head at the Voice's outrage. Like he'd kill the pretty lady. She shined brighter than anything or anyone on Pandora, drawing him in like a moth.
He also had a Maliwan submachine gun he was going to try out. It was fire based, he always liked to carry one or two fire elementals just in case. The buzz axe wasn't really a gun so he got away with carrying five weapons which made some sort of sense to him. As they approached the shelter Krieg bounded ahead and grabbed the console.
"GIMME A BEAUTIFUL MEAT WAGON, FLASH SCREEN! I WILL MAKE THE WORLD SING OUR SCREAMS!" he was shouting at it like it would listen, then got fed up and started poking buttons. He seemed like he knew what he wanted though, a small cruiser starting to form up, "The red one! Red like blood, red like fire, red like pain, shiny like the lady!"
Wasn't all random but who could sort through all that?