Max smiled lazily as she saw him. There was certainly something about him. Max had been friends with Anders and Rory long enough and spent enough time in this place to sense weird shit when it was in front of her.
Unfortunately, the fact that she felt comfortable around her boys also made her less wary than she should have been. She was street smart, but this place and her constant inactivity and booze had dulled her instincts and skills. Part of her knew she shouldn't be here and seeing as she was here she should have been carrying mace.