Maisy hummed in dissapointment, crossing her arms. Either he was lying or was just an ass about it...and jeez Haas was snappy. Not her fault he didn't stick out much. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Absolutely insane. But I like it."[/b][/color] she says before giving him a pretty happy thumbs-up. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Everyone knows that the crazy guys are the ones who'll make it big! You've got talent, even if you don't look like it."[/b][/color] she says, giving him a solid pat on the back. That bit was true...but no pep talk would get more information out of this guy. Well, it might in a scenario involving water boarding and months of psychological damage and conditioning, but they didn't have the time to waterboard anything right now.

Looking back towards the man, Maisy says: [color=BC8F8F][b]"You can go if you wanna...buuuut I'm gonna stick around. Even if he's telling the truth, I wanna see whoever it is he's waiting for. Besides that...That's a swanky duel disk. I wanna know if its custom or foreign manufactured."[/b][/color] sounding pretty sure of herself before she got her notepad out once more. [color=BC8F8F][i]"As awesome as it would be to duel this guy...if scary lady can make tornadoes real, I'd rather not get burnt to a crisp or frozen by some crazy cards...oohhh, I wonder if you used magic jammer it'd stop it. Maybe normal-guy could test it...nah. He probably doesn't have it."[/i][/color] she thought to herself, taking a seat at a cafeteria table near the wall that gave her a view of the stairwell entrance, and the guy and just...sorta sat there. Writing things in her notes. [color=BC8F8F][b]"Wonder if I could finish my math homework before this all blows over..."[/b][/color] she said to no one in particular...more or less trying to irritate the guy enough to loosen his lips. Or force his hand to reveal that he was related to the lip-stick lady. In retrospect, she'd probably regret everything she thought would be a good idea at this point.