Maysah felt her chest tighten and her throat dry out as the Tower emerged from the ruins carrying the limp frame of Addison in his arms. Arbiter didn’t need to tell her to stop. The plasma that rippled through her body diffused as a scowl set itself on her stony face. Addison had practically been a stranger, but she had thrown both her career and life into jeopardy to gather Hex’s old compatriots—and now she was dead. It was just like how Maysah said it would be, and knowing that kept her numb but stable. She found a sturdy enough looking piece of rubble next to Addison and took a seat. She had used a lot of energy; she needed to rest.

Maysah watched as Arbiter took command, her eyes narrowing as he searched her corpse until he withdrew a notebook and tucked it away. She had known of almost everyone else Addison had gotten in contact with except Arbiter. The man was a mystery; she couldn’t even remember if he ever mentioned his powers to them. She continued to eye him as his car emerged from camo and he produced a body bag from the trunk. Maysah chewed on her lip. Who had a spare body bag lying around? He was talking a lot, too, way more than usual, and he was making a lot of conjecture. Perhaps he was just shook and this was how he handled it. Perhaps it was something else. 

“Arbiter, take a breath. You look like you’re about to pass out,” said Maysah as she stood from the piece of rubble. She winced, then frowned. It was definitely not as comfortable as it had looked. “I’m not going to give up on avenging Harrison just because some prick dropped a warhead on me, but if I’m going to Denver then you’re driving.” 

She began to walk to Arbiter’s car and turned back to the group, waiting impatiently with her arms folded. Denver was a few hours away by car. It’d be plenty of time for her to try and crack the Arbiter mystery.