Mae sighed heavily and rubbed the back of her neck, <"For once your 'way too nice' tendencies paid off. Certainly like your birthday innit? A brand new gun."> Her voice was a little too wistful for anyone's comfort - even her own. She had a fascination with weaponry that just wasn't healthy.
She frowned at the idea that no one was questioning his knowledge. And these were the people taking charge? <"Not much of an agent if he doesn't question where the help is coming from, is he?"> She officially had a very low opinion of the FBI agent. Not that she didn't before because he was FBI...
Pushing her fingers through her bright hair (which she had worn loose today), she shook her head a little, <"So what, we're having a war meeting? Been awhile since one of those, eh?"> Maeve smirked faintly. Of course, the last one had been just before she'd gotten shot but that was entirely beside the point.