When the turret fired at the feet of the other two who didn't sit down, Maverick stiffened but didn't flinch when the gun fired at the floor in front of her, as well. Inwardly, she was relieved that it warned the other two first, otherwise her current macho display she was putting on would have faltered.

Maverick lazily raised her hands into the air and held them by her head, a sarcastic gesture of surrender. She eyed the bullet hole that was left on the floor, a small smoke puff rising from it's miniature crater. She could only assume the Presence had more weaponry up it's sleeve, as even these alleged "teleporter tracing turrets" would probably have limited efficiency against Loud Love. She could only imagine that some of these "villains" in the room were resistant to firearms in the least.

She also noted the amusing display but on by Phone Freak.

Maverick took a near Phone Freak. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her, and then looked back at the screens.

Her thoughts turned back to the situation at hand.
...Villains? 
Samantha didn't think of herself as being...villainous. A criminal yes, but she wasn't [i]evil.[/i] A lot of the people here seemed to proudly label themselves as villains, as the bad guys. She was being grouped together with these people? A sinking feeling set in as she realized she would be forced to do jobs with this new group, dragged along by a bunch where murderers and sadists are in the majority. Hopefully Maverick could root out the stable-minded and try to stay on their good side. If there was one thing she could use, it was at least one person who she knew wouldn't stab in the throat for the fun of it.