[Maya's quiet as she slips into the room. She closes the door behind her. It's probably a little concerning that she doesn't ask for permission. She doesn't even ask if she can sit on a bed -- she just does. Her sword lays across her lap, bundled now in the makeshift sheath she's created.
Janis had tried to ask a question. Maya can guess what she was getting at, and knows that she doesn't have an answer. Instead, she disregards it and speaks.]
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Janis had tried to ask a question. Maya can guess what she was getting at, and knows that she doesn't have an answer. Instead, she disregards it and speaks.]
I need to ask a favor of you.