<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d393992cf05726b4e74a1322b71d287/tumblr_ov167sU3o71v8mxl9o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Max<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Low Port, Emape<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/>Max answered Grendel with a simple nod and a smile,<br/>"Maxine McKenzie- but I prefer Max, thanks."<br/><br/>Max blinked rapidly as the cargo pod opened and took a step back, her cheeks flushing just a fraction. In her career she had seen some _shit_ a victim of autoerotic asphyxiation? Check. A pair of perps trying to shock her by fucking then and there before making a getaway? Check. A woman who had been slowly trying to ease a gunbarrel into herself before it went off. Ew. Check, that one had turned out to be a particularly nasty murder. Something about the purest simplicity of the massive collection and it's immediate implications struck her, causing a simple,<br/>"Oh Good Lord"<br/>And she moved to cover her mouth.<br/><br/>"I uh... Good thought.... Adrianna but it'd probably be better just to keep the locker empty for that plan. Plus side, looks like you're right about the smell though."<br/><br/>After another couple of beats she answered,<br/>"Ahhh nice to meet you Theo, usually my job to put people in prison."<br/>She nodded to her traditional enemy, though recognising his position in a proper legal system and offered him a hand shake almost to her side, her gaze still fixed on the terrible array of devices, unable to entirely stop her mind wandering to the possibility of maaaaybe helping herself to one of the more modest implements.<br/><br/>Max gnawed on her bottom lip.<br/>"I uhhh... Hmmm. Selling this would be a trial."<br/>She agreed before Will's voice echoed down.<br/>"Oh- I think you'd be surprised what we'd believe, come check out our cargo."<br/>She called back to him