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Maya choked back a cross between a coughing and a laughing as the larger agent fell towards the ground, completely missing the fact that her sound blast had absolutely no effect on him. It was only made more hilarious by the fact that he wasn’t wearing a gas mask anymore after the weird ink left him and got hit by the effects of the gas too. A strange blue wave filled the room and suddenly the gas disappeared. 

Pushing herself back up onto her knees, Maya’s chest heaved as she sucked in the fresh air as if she’d been dying. She reached up to desperately wipe her tear stained eyes, which still burned up, but it didn’t do much to relieve the stinging pain. But even as she did this she couldn’t help the smirk on her lips and light laughter at the big agent recovering from the tear gas, even after he’d only been hit with it momentarily. Sadly for her the sight of him puking was enough to set her off, gagging as she fell forward and threw up herself. She grimaced as she sat back up and wiped her mouth, shuffling away with a scrunched nose. Smell was one of the few senses she still had mostly functioning. Her hearing was still filled with a loud ringing which she estimated would take a bit to let up. 

The big, lead guy was saying something while waving a knife-hand around and Maya had absolutely no idea what it was. However, she assumed it was a question by the way Emily pointed to herself in response. Maybe the question was ‘who’s the biggest bitch here’ though she doubted that the FBI were going to ask something like that. Lyss, on the other hand, didn’t point but just shouted something that Maya also couldn’t hear. She just about lip read the words ‘girl’, ‘who’ and ‘hell.’ Didn’t really help things.

So, just to be contrary, Maya pointed towards the big agent with one hand and herself with the other.