Maia hadn't taken the time to make sure whatever room she had taken refuge in was entirely empty. In fact, she hadn't yet taken the time to make sure there was only the one door. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and began peering around the seemingly empty space. Her eyes settled on the man just as he began reciting. She didn't recognize it. She wasn't all that familiar with works outside her own pantheon.
She stood there in the darkness, pressed firmly against the door and her hand on the lock in case she needed to flee quickly. She was a quiet presence, watching silently as this man performed for no one. She found it odd that someone could be so calm when the city was falling into disarray around them. But that was when she realized she could feel his presence just as well as she could see and hear him. He was like her. She didn't recognize him, but there was no doubt in her mind that he was immortal.
Maia just stood there, watching curiously and trying to figure out if she could work out who this man was. He wasn't Greek. They gave off a specific vibe. However, Maia hadn't gone out of her way to figure out any other pantheons. She just knew he wasn't familiar. The shadows could hide her, but surely he would detect her eventually. Her breathing had slowed down, and for the life of her she couldn't figure out why she hadn't turned tail and run away yet. There was something mesmerizing about this man and she suspected it had to do with his immortality. He must have been someone famous.