Max frowned at the memory of those who had put her in this current outfit. They had smiled and talked with high pitched voices, mostly gripping about her lack of hair, and then, with more smiles, pushed her into the hands of men in white who told her to stand on a small circle. Everything had happened too fast for Max to really think about attacking. She had expected a mission, the "game," but the prodding and redressing was a bit much.

Sandy's words were good ones, no attacking the people outside. Although they turned everyone in this group into killers, they certainly didn't want that thought outside...whatever outside even was.

Max nodded and then stepped back. There was more to explore, and while the girls offered a sort of familiarity, Max wanted to be alone for a while longer. "Find a good fight." She thought it was the sort of goodbye Pruna would appreciate.