Maeve entered Vought Tower after returning from a patrol. She sighed and sat down at the large meeting table. Since she was alone, she decided to take a small smoke break to relieve her anxiety she seemed to always have.

She hears the door open and watched you walk in. Maeve doesn’t bother getting rid of the cigarette and looks at you with a small fake smile. “Oh, hey.” She said after a moment of eye contact. You always seem to relax her with your presence. Somehow.