Right. [ The flicker of concern in her eyes leave. If he had acquired those here, perhaps she would have kept the sympathy. Yet...that wasn't her fight, not if it came from before. ] They certainly messed you up, friend.

[ Rude, but ok Maeve. Calm down. She recoils a bit — flustered by how he reaches out for a handshake, but she obliges. ]

As am I. [ Pleasantries. Of course, she subtly grips her phone a bit tighter before stuffing it into her pocket. She'll examine the damage later. ] You seem — are... your... functions working properly?

[ It was more of a bold move on Maeve's part to ask such an intimate question, her human-like mannerisms such as an awkward bite of her lip when she follows up clear: ]

Perhaps there are people here that can help you if you know where to look.