"Oh, I never shoot a man the first time," she replied dryly. Which was, of course, patently untrue. Given the right circumstances, Maya would shoot anyone in her way.

Fortunately, he seemed pretty harmless.

She grabbed one of the hazardous material bags, dropping her wrinkled clothing inside. After a moment's consideration, she took the band binding the braid in her hair out as well, letting that go too. As she turned to drop it into the bin, she caught sight of his legs and let out a wolf whistle.