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As Maya bounced onward with joyous steps of enthusiasm. She'd let out a gentle sigh of relief to herself as Commander Rick appeared to either miss or ignore her moment of sudden confusion and general awkwardness. She felt somewhat more at ease now, especially as a familiar voice queried about breakfast; with perked ears she grinned impishly, looking over towards Kaylx and his robotic companion Anubis. Maya especially loved Anubis, she always had a thing for hounds considering her people used similar creatures for assistance in hunting, even if this one wasn't particularly organic in nature. 

It was clear to say they had some general history, Maya even called Kalyx Pop as if to be some sort of older, wiser figure, a counter-balance for her child-like enthusiastic nature, she did however love his comedic and lighthearted edge, something she held personally within herself. They met soon after Maya left her planet behind in circumstances surrounding a joke which essentially included Anubis chasing after mysterious floating food and annoying a few patrons at said burger stand, Maya of-course found this hilarious and nothing more than a spontaneous venture in creating what little amusement to herself that she could.

As the commander ordered the groups departure towards the meeting room, she thought it wouldn't hurt to go over and say hello to Kaylx before the briefing. Stepping off enthusiastically in his general direction, her huge rifle trailing along behind herself in tow a voice behind her caught her off-guard in a moment of interruption as the voice would say: [color=ed1c24]"Do you have any prior experience with GAHL?"[/color] 

Spinning herself around towards the voice her eyes would widen, glaring up at the tall figure comprised of mostly metallic alloy, he looked rather intimidating yet his voice failed to match the appearance, as if it was almost translated through a device to sound inviting to her ears. Opening her voice to speak she'd then gasp, her enthusiasm wavering somewhat for mere seconds as a new thought crossed her mind; this was a Qurok, or more commonly known as Dryht due to their own enslavement to the larger species.

In terms of how history went, the Humans and especially the Ivari failed to have a particularly positive relationship with the Dryht. Their desire to enslave over countless other species certainly didn't bode well with the cultural views of her own species, especially since they considered their-selves to be a clan-like society based entirely on freedom to explore where they wished. Readying herself to reply she'd offer it a smile, her bubbly nature shining through the awkwardness. [color=f26522]"Uh.. This would be a first! Heh! You.. Uh, you look very pointy and angular and... something..uhm, is tha- Oh.. Er.. Sorry, I've gotta go!"[/color] She'd say with in an awkward yet cautious manner, clearly in a hurry to bounce off as the others dispersed towards the elevator, her fingertips trailing a blue aurora behind her as the rather large rifle would miraculously flip up from her hand to a secure mount on her back, her orange cape fluttering along behind.

Arriving at the elevator she'd be one of the last to enter, squeezing herself in between the others that mostly towered over her. She'd hold her breath before giggling like a child. [color=f26522]"Please guys, nobody fart in here."[/color] She'd say childishly, speaking the first thing on her mind.

As soon as the elevator arrived at it's destination she'd squeeze herself out, eyes glaring around at the larger station, the architecture was incredibly similar to what she was accustomed too back home, perhaps it was down to Ivarian assistance in building the human station. As if this couldn't get any better she opened her mouth with a gasp upon entering the holographic room, looking around excitably at the wooden furniture and surrounds. This was exactly like the homes of her people on Ivos, especially the one that she grew up in with her father and brother. Although the surroundings were so familiar it lacked the specific qualities of the real thing that she had become so accustomed to: The smell of the wood and bark, the creaking of the logs and the furniture and the howling of wind and birds outside, as much as it wanted to replicate the real thing it wasn't enough to convince a girl born to living in nature.

Taking a spot to observe the briefing she'd pull the large rifle down from her back, position it barrel downwards and would proceed to balance herself with crossed legs on-top of the standing rifle as if it were some sort of chair or stool, it was clear than this was made possible through the indication of her glowing blue fingertips, who knew that something so useful as telekinesis would resort to something such as balancing oneself essentially on the butt stock of an incredibly powerful cannon.

It was clearly something only Maya would do, and it totally matched her personality.  

[color=f26522]"Are we watching a movie? I like movies."[/color] She'd ask cheerily, the tip of her tongue sticking out from her lips.