In and out, her breathe withdrew from her body and returned again, her chest rising and falling gently. A few strands of blue hair graced her face charmingly, moving so slightly every time she exhaled. Maya was at complete peace, lounging around the Crimson Raiders HQ while the others mercilessly fought skags for Zed on another one of his boring missions. They were Vault Hunters for god's sake; didn't they have more interesting things to do like, I don't know, fighting Handsome Jack or something? Her eyes closed at the thought of him again. As if he couldn't cause enough trouble already, he'd killed Roland and taken Lilith for his own devices. That alone seemed to be enough motivation for her, but it apparently wasn't enough for Axton, Salvador, and Zero. No, they seemed dead set on helping the others of Sanctuary first.
She sighed, frustrated, but the breath caught in her throat as she heard footsteps near her. Mordecai? No, he was out rage-killing robots to make up for Bloodwing's death. She only knew of one other with footsteps so light as that, and emshe /emwas currently on a death date with Jack. Maya opened one eye slightly and saw exactly what she'd expected. "You're back early." She closed her eye again, shifting on the couch she was laying on. The damn thing smelled of bandits and anger- shame on her for laying where Brick had been sitting minutes earlier.
The lone assassin, clothed in black, stood in front of her with his tense posture. Zero looked down at her (or so she thought- that mask was shifty as hell) and made a small noise. He shook his head. "Bored." Alas, he was a man of few words as usual, only murmuring when bothered by something or covered in slag. He moved closer to the couch and Maya instinctively drew her legs closer to her to make room for one more, which the assassin quietly took for himself. Maya shifted again so she could rest her head on the arm of the couch and look at Zero. He was interesting, that's for sure, only joining them because the Vault sounded like a good challenge for him. His form when sniping was beautiful and he had a perfect shot, but other than that, she didn't see him as anything special. None of them were, really, more of a ragtag team of specialized bandits who were good with guns.
A question mark appeared on Zero's helmet, and Maya realized she'd been staring at him. "Sorry," she grumbled, tucking her face under the arm of the couch to block out the light. She shifted again uncomfortably, then stretched, her arms and legs shooting outwards and straining as she yawned. She felt a panicked hand on her leg and looked down. She'd almost kicked him in the face on accident, but with his catlike reflexes, he'd caught her leg and was now holding it with a ?! on his mask. She smiled sheepishly as another ruckus entered the room.
Axton and Salvador barged in, smoke whisping up from the barrels of their guns, smiles on their faces and blood on their boots. They brought much needed liveliness into the room and broke up the awkwardness as they laughed and conversed about what went on with the mysterious skags.
"And his face when you ripped his head off- priceless! I didn't expect his spine to shoot out like that!" Axton laughed, grabbing a bottle of rakk-ale from Mordecai's personal stash and popping the cap off. He took a long swig as Salvador looked over, unceremoniously flopping down into one of the chairs. "You two having fun?"
Zero all but threw Maya's leg away from him, not used to the close quarters and not wanting to hear such snide remarks from his teammates. A neutral emoticon appeared on his mask as he shook his head. Maya chuckled under her breath, drawing her legs back in and using a nearby pillow to cover her face. "I'm trying to sleep, asshole," she remarked to Salvador. "Not like I can with all the barbarians in the room now. " She stood up slowly, stretching again, her arms straight up in the air as her fingers interlocked above her head.
Axton let out a crisp, clear laugh and took another swig of ale. "We aren't the barbarians, trust me! The bandits out there are far worse. We caught a psycho pissing on one of their gun stashes and let me tell you- goliaths are a lot more pissy with no guns!"
"Right," Maya chuckled again. "Anyways, I'm off to Moxxi's for a drink. I don't feel like dealing with Mordy when he realized he's missing some of his precious booze. Anyone with me?"
Immediately Salvador perked up at the mention of Moxxi, but Axton raised an eyebrow at him. "Relax. We just got back. I don't feel like walking."
Wordlessly, Zero stood up and looked in Maya's direction. He nodded slightly, and Maya understood. "Alright. We'll be back later." She made her way from the HQ lobby, to the hallway, behind Brick's giant figure (he didn't notice them anyways- too busy plotting things) and downstairs. She ignored Tannis, who was busy nearly shrieking to herself as she attempted to pry the iron bars off of Roland's old stash of guns and walked out into the bright sunlight of Sanctuary. She shielded her eyes, looking around at all of the wandering inhabitants. None of them could really take on Handsome Jack if he were to show up at this very instant- but then again, could she?