When he came to, the boisterous Scot would find Maya perched on his chest, pressing most of her body weight onto her rump to keep him down. It was probably a very ineffective way to keep a man prone, but that was not her purpose anyways. She had been staring down at him for a while, as he had been unconscious for more than ten minutes, and she made very well sure that he would awake to an eyeful of her magnificent cleavage, wrapped still in the green bikini top the Zikkick had so graciously provided... Zikkick, that was what her husband was called in the arachni tongue. She had taken some time to speak to the Coxien while the male slept, and had learned several new things about her new masters. Several interesting things.<br/><br/>His eyes fluttered, and she smirked as he leered up at her generous bust. "Are you just going to stare?" She asked.