Their new recruit seemed pretty cooperative, leading Maxi to be more or less indifferent to the conversation going on between him and Grayson and Stryker. Maxi himself didn’t stick out as a threat at all, so the odds of being addressed or harassed were minimal. He stayed quiet as Stryker gave the plans to their new friend (word used loosely), and Maxi just gave the dude a big smile when he commented on how nuts this whole thing was. “Yep, we’re blowin’ this place up. Well, technically, you’re in that department. Good luck, dude”. The fresh blood- er, new recruit didn’t exactly look totally chill at the idea, but that really wasn’t his problem. He gave the newbie a wave goodbye before turning his attention back to his group. 

  “Yep yep, Grayson, ready to go” he responded, giving a thumbs up with his free hand. He looked rather calm, though inside he was a little scared for what lay ahead. He was in capable hands, but juuuust for safety's sake he close to use his abilities to … ah, measure the odds. He closed his eyes for a second as his mind sensed the world and ran through possibilities and choices, of staying with the group of splitting up, to measure what chance of death he had. Just from what he could tell with his powers then, staying with the group meant a very, very low chance of death. Nice. Though, to assure those odds, Maxi would have to keep his powers active to tell what actions in the future would alter his chance of death. Got too keep those odds low, after all. His self check had him calm down from his prior worries; there was a pretty high chance he’d be not dead for the time being.