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If there had ever been a time when Maebe wanted to be fashionably late, it was now. Sasha told her that she was available in her room, right now. That meant Maebe had to suck it up and just go already, or Taym was going to rip her kidneys out and use them as soccer balls. This, she firmly believed.

She showed up a few minutes later, hair pulled up in a big messy bun and absolutely no overly sexy clothes because she was not going to get distracted this time, and knocked on her door.

"It's me." Maybe she wasn't home. Maybe she'd been lying just to make Maebe walk over. She waited one, two, three seconds, and then considered making a run for it.

She could hear this in her head.

Maebe was well practiced in keeping a straight face, even if she did want to make howling noises at the moon. Instead, she smiled sweetly, and walked into the room without a lick of hesitation present in her step. Make it quick, she told herself. That was all you had to do. Talk to her, clear things up, and then get out before she caught you looking.

Simple as that.

"You've got a killer new sense of style." Maebe purred out appreciatively, because that was what was expected of her. Play it right, Maebe. Don't let them see you sweat. "I like it. You know how I love beauty."

She turned on her heel, and took a sharp breath. "I'm here because I met someone a while back, and all this time, I thought it was you. So I wanted to get it all cleared up, and I guess tell you what I saw. Do you know a woman named Vivian?"

Well. Several of Maebe's questions had been answered in that singular reaction. For one, she was now certain the woman who'd tried to have her killed was definitely not Sasha. For two, whoever it was had stolen Sasha's whole look. And for three, this chick was not okay with that. She'd never seen Sasha angry before, but she assumed this was way past anger. This was outrage.

"I know she's been walking around looking like you. And I know she thought it was super cool to break my jaw and tell all her little Taym puppets to go pump me full of seed. But most of all, I finally know that when she told me you were her 'body', it doesn't mean you and her are.. like.. the same person. Because I sort of thought you were."

Her skin burned red with embarrassment, and a little fear.

"But you're not. I get that now. And I know she's looking for you. She's a mean little b***h, and not the good kind. I just - wanted to apologize, I guess. For ever thinking that could be you."

It was pure PTSD that had Maebe freezing up in horror when that face was coupled with a hand on her jaw, the same jaw that face had broken so long ago. She could feel the ache of pain suddenly throbbing, phantom and purely psychological, as if she was registering and reliving the moment all over again. She was a deer in Sasha's headlights, and once more merged Sasha's countenance with the woman who'd hurt her, and hurt those girls. Without meaning to, she felt a stab of hate mingling in with the horror in her blood, and her eyelids thinned just slightly, glaring at her just the way she'd glared at Vivian.

She slapped Sasha's hand away from her jaw, just a little too late; she'd already moved away, and Maebe looked more like she was being dismissive, than trying to get away.

"I tried to tell her that I knew, but she wasn't interested in listening to me talk. Hence the jaw thing. So no, my dear. She doesn't know you're sitting pretty here at Deus, threatening other hunters. Lucky you."

She'd done what she'd come to do. She'd even write a god damned mission report if Taym started to harp on her for it. But no longer did she consider Sasha the woman she'd enjoyed herself with, so long ago. She was just another a*****e.

"Well, good luck with all that bullshit." Maebe muttered out in a huff, moving towards the door. "I wash my hands clean of all of it." And, deep down, she relished in the fact that she'd been right, after all. She never should have come tell Sasha anything, in the first place. Holding all your secrets in was always the right choice, for her.

Maebe stared straight into the eyes of a woman who clearly did mean every word she said, even when she was flying off the handle with anger issues. She did not believe Sasha, and knew she meant everything by it, but the attempt to soothe was taken as just enough to stop her from walking out the door, if only because she wanted this to be the last time she had to see her. If she had more questions (and she obviously did), Maebe hadn't finished the job she'd come to do.

And she had to do that much. Or else she'd be back, or worse, Sasha would come looking for her. Loose ends were never her style.

"I'll have some wine." She agreed, "and some chocolate," because of course, "But only long enough to sate your curiosity. When you get all your answers, let me know, so I can get out of your way." She moved away from the door, and folded her arms, clearly waiting for the offered payout before giving her any answers to her questions.

At least she was going to get something out of all of this. Free wine and chocolate. Silver linings.

Maebe flopped down on the couch and lounged, letting her head rest back against it.

"You want me to tell you about Taym?" That was a reasonable, and boring enough request. "He's a really grody hobo Moon Hunter, who has a bunch of clones of himself, and the Vivian lady uses his clones like servants. They do whatever she says. And I mean, whatever she says. Which would be kind of kinky if Taym wasn't so thin and mean looking." She picked at her perfectly manicured nails, trying not to think too hard on the night in question. "They all looked exactly like him. I'd feel bad for them, if they weren't preparing to drag me away and torture me to death."

Well. She still felt a little bad.

"She took your body?" Maebe's hands were already in the chocolates, but she paused right before putting one in her mouth to let that sentence sink in. "How the hell - I mean, so you're saying this body you're in right now." Maebe unconsciously raked her eyes down it, and instantly regretted the action. They snapped back up to Sasha, and furrowed with determination. "You're saying that is somebody else's body, and they are in yours. But you are.. like.. the real you, inside there?"

Deus had shown Maebe many ridiculous, absurd, and often obscene abnormalities in her time as a Hunter. But this was a brand spanking new one.

"She's not on the island. As far as I know, anyway." Maebe took her glass, and popped the chocolate in her mouth right before taking a sip. Her eyes rolled helplessly; God, that was good. "We were out in the deserts of good old USA when we encountered her. As far as I know, she had no way to follow us back."

As was typical for Maebe, she glazed a little when information came at her. This was why she was so good at secrets - why so many people swept their skeletons and pain under her skin, where no one would think to look. She heard everything Sasha was telling her, but she thought so little of it. She never dug too deep, and she refused to push. What she took from the conversation was that Sasha was involved in things way above her paygrade - and she was probably kind of evil too, to have seduced this much chaos into her life.

"Well, I've got nothing but locks." She quiped, her sense of humor still inappropriate as always. "But if I see a key - "

She did know of a key. And that was the exact moment Maebe realized she might know too much, and closed up like a trap.

" - I'll let you know. This wine is so good. Thank you for sharing it with me. I hope I was able to help out, or at least, not make things worse. But if you're happy with - who you are - in there - then, I'm happy for you." She gave the woman a sweet, flirtatious smile. "I'm always glad to help."