What was too intelligent? Mad science? Max knew that Jekyll was something of a mad scientist, but that wasn't automatically bad, was it? Madness could be helpful - look at him, the poster child - and science was good for everybody. But he didn't question this. Though Max wasn't an idiot, he knew he wasn't intelligent. Not the way that Brian was, and certainly not the way that Vlad was. So he didn't interject on the matter.
Vlad was right. Blonde Girl wasn't a huge problem, but if she ran into Brian, she could be. She was persistent and obnoxious, and didn't seem to know when to back the fuck off. If she was confused by Brian, and wanted to pursue bothering him, it could end badly. "Yeah, probably," he muttered, scratching at his head. "I just don't want her bugging Brian. All I need is somebody knowing about me going up to him about it, you know? It's weird."
Being told that his evasion was impressive made Max beam a bit. It was, wasn't it? He was basically James Bond in terms of how sneaky he could be. But James Bond worked alone, and Max couldn't anymore. At Vlad's promise, he paused, expression sliding through a thousand different faces before settling into one of gratitude. "Thanks," he said with a nod. "It's...hard. The brain is all fucked up, even when it isn't. Everything is...a big jumbled mess, and it's hard to know what's going to happen." Frowning, he leaned against the arm of his chair. "But I know I don't want to disappear. And that's something, right?"