Senna had mentioned that several of her friends had disappeared. Taken together with Maya's conversation with Gren this morning and Maya's inability to find Senna in the town, it was looking likely that Senna had gone missing as early as last night.

"It's okay," she answered, distracted, as she took a seat. "Simply clearing up a little mystery." Now where had Gren said he'd been taken? She'd neglected to ask. Quite the egregious misstep—but then, she hadn't wanted to provoke Gren into feeling worse, either. Had that been a mistake? She knew not.

The general's sense of humor, perhaps, to force such a dilemma. Especially as she learned her new roommate's name. Quite a coincidence otherwise, was it not? She must applaud his brilliance if she would be lucky enough to acquire an audience with him, and then stand back as the rest of the patients had at him.

Enough. That path of thinking lead her nowhere. She had no way of knowing that it was not, indeed, mere coincidence, or that he was responsible for anything other than taking Senna away. Paranoia was quite the thing they would like to sow, she'd imagine—especially taking their divisive tactics the morning yesterday into account. "I'm Maya," she responded. She hesitated a moment, then added, "Have you a weapon?"