[ Maya really, really wants a gun. Sure, she had her not-insubstantial powers, which was a whole lot more than a lot of people had, but she missed the weight of a pistol at her belt, or an SMG slung across her back. She missed her precious Maliwan HellFire more than anything. Once they had all made it into the city and run across that... guy (who Maya swears should be dead but maybe it's a different TK Baha? It's probably a common name around here. That, or the crash rattled her brain more than she thought) she had gone to the hotel to do some looking, but the bigger buildings were much more tempting because surely, surely one of them had to contain a weapon.
She's headed for the supercenter when she hears movement, the gait uneven, and she whirls around, tattoos flaring to life. Thankfully, when she sees it's just a kid, she doesn't phaselock him, and instead lets her hand drop with an apologetic smile. ]
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She's headed for the supercenter when she hears movement, the gait uneven, and she whirls around, tattoos flaring to life. Thankfully, when she sees it's just a kid, she doesn't phaselock him, and instead lets her hand drop with an apologetic smile. ]
Sorry, you startled me.