<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Angel was glued to the screen. What, exactly, would happen when Max entered the Bullymong burrow? He seemed like an entirely capable man. . . with one of his arms busted, that was. Still. She was a little nervous and excited and thrilled all at the same time. She quirked her head slightly. Geir? How did she know that name? She paused, and then tried to wrack her brain. But when nothing came to mind, she opened up a search inquiry into Hyperion's databases. <br/><br/>Oh. What was the heir of the Geir company doing on Pandora? She was so distracted she only halfway noticed as Max began to climb into the Bullymong nest. But she turned away from that screen when she noted that he was climbing further and further into the lair. She was quiet, not wanting to distract him. Although he said he'd be safe, she didn't really believe him. Bullymongs didn't really seem all that safe to be around regardless. <br/><br/>And she as right. <br/><br/>Angel let out a surprised gasp, covering her mouth with her hands. "<strong>Max!</strong>" She whisper-shouted. "<strong>Max, are you okay?!</strong>" He'd fallen, and though the Bullymongs looked as though they hadn't noticed him. . . oh no, they had! Eek! And he sounded like he was injured. From his cam, she could see the baby Bullymongs staring back at him. <br/><br/>No mother or father yet, but she wasn't stupid. She knew they were waiting in the wings. They always were. Angel opened up a keyboard and was rapping away, fingers typing over the keys. <br/><br/>"<strong>Hang in there. I'm dispatching LoaderBOTs to your location, Max. They're dispatching now. It'll take them a few minutes to get through the snow and to your position. Do you think you can hang in there for that long?</strong>" She told him, worry and concern tugging at her voice.  </span>