So far, the atmosphere in the apartment hadn't been too bad, despite Izumi's stupid conspiracy theories. Maeve had found the Korean chick to be rather obnoxious, though; Kim seemed like that boot-licking overachiever type who generally got on Maeve's nerves, but she'd managed to keep herself in check, even when Kim had come out with that vomit-inducing line about being 'friends and coworkers' or whatever. Maeve was only there because she literally had no choice, and she could only assume that the others were there for the money or some other selfish reasons. Certainly<em>not</em>because they were looking to make friends.<br/><br/>She hated fake people, and they didn't get any faker than 'Kim' - almost certainly not her real name. Despite seeming like she'd barely taken an interest in anything other than the bar, Maeve hadn't missed the small room containing the face masks and other assorted items useful to those who liked swapping identities, nor had she failed to notice Kim checking it out. Even the woman's personality which Maeve found so grating was probably artificial.<em>Better change that face to something less irritating before I break it</em>. And even if she did, you could never trust a skin-changer. Not that Maeve was particularly trusting of anyone, ever, but shifters could make her downright paranoid.<br/><br/>Izumi's hyperactivity would probably end up getting on her nerves too. At least that Danni chick didn't seem so bad, though it was still pretty early to tell and first impressions weren't always worth much. She might prove useful as well...<br/><br/>"...The fuck?" Maeve immediately gave herself a small push with one foot while swiveling on the other, performing a quick one-eighty at the first hint of sound and movement behind her. She was ready to smash the three quarter full bottle of tequila that she'd been nursing ever since emptying the bottle of rum into whatever foe might have appeared, and she nearly did before noticing that it was nothing but a harmless automaton. And then Izumi nearly knocked her on her ass when she stumbled by like an idiot, and Maeve was tempted to smash her in the face instead. She'd guessed that the girl would tick her off, just maybe not so soon.<br/><br/>Maeve cast Izumi a dark look before heading over towards the bathroom which the girl had just vacated, working at the belt-like straps that kept her top in place on the way there. After stripping out of the rest of her clothes - everything but that damned collar - she gave one of the cameras the middle finger, stepped into the tub and began fiddling with the various knobs. There were a lot of them; what most of them did or why they were necessary, Maeve had no clue (and the alcohol in her system wasn't making things any clearer), but she at least managed to get the newly christened 'Sex Tub' to fill with hot water. It only took a few seconds despite the fact that it was practically a small pool, not that Maeve was complaining as she let herself slide down the smoothly curved side of the tub until she was completely submerged, drowning out the commotion from the rest of the apartment. Mostly Izumi, probably.