Maya had taken the time away to compose herself, and the first thing she did was try to see her gun on the floor, if it was there. She saw it lying against the glass table, and if she could somehow find her way to freedom...<br/><br/>She stopped thinking about the gun as soon as the bug returned, as if the thing could read her thoughts; she seriously didn't doubt it. The monstrosity had something with it, and it strung some little bags in front of her face for examination. "What the hell do you want," she said sternly, and through the thin webbing, she thought she saw... a cookie? "Thanks, but what I really want is to put a round through your ugly ass face. Not hungry. DO NOT WANT!" she shouted.