Lazenca stood above Maximos a few moments longer, watching for the final attack-- not because he didn't trust Maxi's intentions, but he didn't trust people in fights, in general. However, with a lack of movement came a groan, the long exhalation of a breath that Lazenca wasn't aware he was holding. He was remiss to touch Maximos' weapons due to the typical biometric or magical safeguards that kept stolen arms from being used--
Paranoia is not a good look, or feeling.----
Once he awoke, Maximos would find himself in the most comfortable sort of bedding Lazenca could find, be it a medical station or even a sturdy bench with his own shirt as a headrest. If they didn't dispel themselves (or burn/stab Lazenca upon touch), his weapons would all be wrapped in a sheet beside him. Either way, there'd also be a folded piece of paper with Maximos' name on it.
"Good match, thanks. Call me if you need something."
-LCM