Maya listened to the ramblings of a madman, If someone had told her ten years ago that she would had befriended a legitimate Psycho and be fighting off an egotistical jerk who planned to euthanize a planet to suit his own selfish and egotistical needs instead of developing it she would have laughed, laughed hard and bitterly at the statement. But here she was now, listening to the incomprehensible mutterings and trying to see if there was a code to it which would allow for communication beside wild hand gestures and 'Yes' and 'No' questions.<br/><br/>As she continued to work on trying to figure out what he was saying her arm was yanked out from under her by the hulking man and pulled into a fist bump. At first she stumbled to the side as he had pulled out the main weight-bearing arm but she laughed it off softly, wiggling her fingers to symbolise an explosion; as she had seen Axton and Sal do once after a victory over some Bandits. They had tried to fire a rocket at them but had been intercepted by the Gunzerker's own causing it to blow up in their face ending their pathetic lives in a mass of clustered explosions and screams that would have usually been reserved for a battlefield but was right at home on Pandora.<br/><br/><strong>"Huh..."</strong>She said standing up after Krieg and stretching with a small grunt feeling her muscles and bones crack as the lounge wasn't the most supportive, Krieg seemed to be itching for a fight, much like herself but they had been explicitly told to stay at the HQ and watch over the new kids that had volunteered to join the Crimson Raiders.<strong>"Even I can understand what you want..."</strong>She said with a shifty look<strong>"I'm sure... We could just step out for a bit... do some... perimeter checks, Right meat-stick?"</strong>She said with a soft nudge of her elbow into his bulky arm.<strong>"And <em>technically</em> the rest of Pandora is on the outter perimeter of Sanctuary, Right?"</strong>She rubbed her hands together as she peeked around the corner into the war-room where Mordi sat reclined in his chair, eyes closed as usual in a drunken stupor. Easy enough to sneak past.<br/><br/><strong>"What say you, Ready to blow this meat-popsical stand and shatter some bones and drink the tears of the orphans?"</strong>She propositioned in terms hopefully he would understand, raising her arms above her head.