Upbeat was fine, but she should have warned that if it wasn't good (by her standards, of course), she'd have to stop him just on principle—

Oh dear. Maya nearly tripped herself as she, despite the strong urge to keep going (flighted attacking monstrosities), stumbled to a stop and turned. "I had faith in you," she cheerfully replied as she walked back to where Brook lay. "Are you all right?"

The loud sound had been worrying, but in her experience, the lack of shrieking indicated that nothing was too hurt...possibly. No one could determine that but the hurt person himself, so she reached for Brook's arm, to offer assistance. "Can you stand?"