Siege and Rip sit around and shoot the breeze about the times when they used to shoot much, much more! Siege didn't retire or anything, but his life requires much less aggressive face-blasting than previous. His jobs were many and varied, but he always pulled through in the end. Nowadays, the multiple directions pulling him into the Fun Zone to actually do the thing he'd vaguely understood as 'enjoying yourself' have a strong grip, and it's tough to even escape the antics.

As for Rip, well, to say that her days as an assassin were in a different life would be an understatement. Back when she was a he, the stabbings and shootings went both ways, but only one carapice survived. The reputation of being a mysterious monster were well-deserved. Naturally, the transition from bullet-riddled killer to lemon-flavored sex doll was a rough one, but these days it's obvious how much happier she is being a high-pitched wall of jiggles. Granted, she won't sneak up on anyone with that squeaky big butt rubbing against itself like two puppies fighting under a blanket of leather, but it's hard to dislike it when everyone's so much happier to see you arrive.