The fact that Pete hadn't greeted her before now made Maya suspect that he was not the same Peter she'd met back in Japan. His attempt to speak to her just confirmed it. What was it with boys and their masks? She didn't recall working with any women who wore them, though to be fair she hadn't really worked with many women at all. It wasn't nearly the first time she'd had to explain to someone though, and she doubted it would be the last. "I lipread," she murmured; learning to pitch her voice at different volumes was a skill that had taken some feedback to master, but she had it pretty well down now. "Can't see what you're saying through a mask. Makes the mid-battle banter difficult."