She stood off to one side from the group she and Duke had fled with, holding one arm across her midsection and standing with her back facing the people: looking back at the destruction in the distance. People had died there. They had been picked out of the airplane like - dog treats in a toy. Max wanted to dwell on it, she wanted to curl up in a ball and cry until the nightmare went away... If not for Duke, that was exactly what she would have done. As strong as she liked to pretend to be, as independent as she would like to think she was, Maxine needed people. And right now, she needed Duke.
Max reluctantly turned her back on the destruction to look at her ex. "I'm coming," she said while taking a step closer to him. As if there had ever been any doubt she would follow him; that was what this vacation of theirs was supposed to prove, wasn't it? That even when she tried to stay away, she couldn't? Max shifted the weight of the bag she was carrying on her shoulder, then walked over to stand next to Duke. She set the bag on the ground at her feet temporarily. "You all might think you can hold on until rescue, but there are monsters out there." A sort of horror was in her voice as well as her expression. "Duke's your best chance to survive. I'd listen to him." Maybe their only chance.