Max lived in a studio apartment the size of a shoe box. It wasn't exactly like she could afford a whole lot. Most of the money that she got went toward Gunn's operations. Not that she would have it any other way, though. Still, she needed a place to live. Gunn could live in a warehouse with a bunch of other people, but Max needed a little space.
She was worried about everyone right now, though. It seemed that everyone but her was going to this big battle in the morning. She understood why she wasn't going. Fighting wasn't really her thing. It never had been. She could hold her on against a vampire or two, but this was something on another magnitude. Sure, these Watchers were going to help all of them out a lot, so maybe Max could even quit the purse snatching gig, if she ever really could.
She heard someone outside of her place. After peaking through a window, she opened her door and went outside. "Knox?" she asked, sitting down on the stoop with him. "What are you doing here?"