[Well this is. Something of a kerfuffle to wake up to. She'd only been dimly aware of the commotion outside of her door, and had been slow to follow the others. She makes it out just in time to hear the crunching of metal. It doesn't matter who it is -- Maya's flying toward the wreckage, barefoot and in a nightgown.
She stops short, however, when she sees who's at the wheel.]
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She stops short, however, when she sees who's at the wheel.]
No. No, no, no.