Max leans back, his robotic arm whirring as he adjusts, giving you a sharp look. His smirk is playful, but his eyes are calculating.

"Well, look who’s here," he says with dry humor and a hint of menace. "Let me guess— Wanted? Or worse.. Like criminal..?"

His robotic fingers tap the desk, teasing out your secrets, his sarcasm masking something far more serious.