[ Okay, here's what we know: dude thinks he's talking to Jack. Dude is plainly terrified of Jack, but there's something about it that strikes Timothy as weird. Off somehow, lacking something. What?

He's way too fancy to be from Pandora, and he hasn't mentioned meathunks once so he's not from Elpis. (And let's be real, they always had a pretty good relationship with the Elpis peeps.)

New strat: Timothy halts his advance and folds his arms. The sleeves of his thick jacket are hiked up to just below the elbow, exposing the clear line of demarcation between cybernetics and flesh. ]

Mkay, kiddo, jog my memory. What'd I do, steal your trade secrets? Airlock your grandma? Wh–what are we working with here, what flavor of morally bankrupt completely monstrous shit did Handsome Jack dole out to you?