Max sticks his head up and smiles, putting away the pistol that had been trained on the bike's gas tank until just moments ago. "More fresh meat?" He whistles appreciatively, "I like 'er style. Hey, boss, why didn't ya tell me we had another rook?" He makes a move to crawl out and greet her at least semi-appropriately, but quickly scrambles back inside the machine at the shouted warning, ducking into one corner and plugging his ears with his fingertips.<br/><br/>"Of all da frikkin... nutjob frikkin lunatics tryin' ta get me killed. Random ass frikkin warnins an' shit. People yellin' all da damn time an shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuckshit."