This is what happens when the world lets a child learn how to talk from psychos, bandits, and foul mouthed radio shock jocks for her only company.

Either way it's still a compliment from the slightly dusty thirteen year old grinning up at her.

"Girl you could slay with that makeup. I'm jelly. Moxxi won't teach me how to put it on like 'yeah I know I don't gotta perpetuate feminine stereotypes but maybe I want a kickass smoky eye!' you feel me? I think you do."

Getting her to stop talking is looking like it might be an endeavor.