So the grimer weren't entirely loony after all. Maya felt a pang of envy, but then again, Khelfin wasn't the one throwing rocks at them. She looked at the few grimer that had stayed, unimpressed. They were of course gravely injured, or at least as gravely injured as a puddle of filth could appear to be, and none of them looked like tempting party members. Zombie was already a handful, so her disappointment was short lived. 

"So... Khelfin..." said Maya, awkwardly, "You gonna explain why you decided to be a double agent and work for the guy that was fine with getting me and Aro killed?" She asked the question with the casual tone of someone talking about the weather, but there was a hidden edge to it. Knowing that people like Cooper were stronger than her instilled a sense of helplessness within her, an urge to grow even stronger. She'd have to grit her teeth until the day she'd be able to take someone like him on in battle. 

She wasn't mad at Khelfin. This world was now survival of the fittest, and he, like her, was trying to get by. That didn't mean she didn't distrust him, though.