Several thoughts flashed through Maxwell's mind. It was people like this that made him regret going outside, both now and in the Old World. Still, he'd been through hell in these last few months, and would not be intimidated so easily. Besides, he knew something about the woods that these thugs clearly didn't. Namely that it was absolutely crawling with nightmares, the slightest provocation of which would see the entire forest come alive with hostile life. "You'd best lower that gun," he said, his voice a calm whisper. "If you don't want this place to eat you alive. Or didn't you think to question why I wasn't carrying any firearms on me?" He shifted his gaze to and from each of them in turn as he formulated a plan in his mind. If he could just keep them talking long enough for Adeira to get the drop on 'em, then perhaps they could end the whole situation without further conflict. Not that he wouldn't fight if forced to mind, it was simply that he couldn't reliably use his power. Not like most other Lucids, at least not at the moment anyway, since they were still unrefined. Lacking control, utterly attached to his emotional state, and unpredictable to the nth degree. As such, he hoped to end this as quickly as possible, preferably without having to fall back on his abilities. "As for my story, what's there to say? Your friend there has the right of it. I'm just a scrounger trying to survive like everyone else."