Max is all rolling eyes and patient amusement for the gentleman shooing them in — truly, monsieur — but the sharper edges of her humor soften once the door is shuts, and she finds herself snugly enclosed with a young woman who she has never met before, but who seems a bit— warm. White-eyed in the light that cuts through the slats on the box. Max can read body language well enough in the dark.

"You have nothing to fear from me," she assures her, though fear is not precisely what she suspects is the issue; telling someone not to be nervous seems the swiftest way to ensure they are. "It a handful of minutes only, in a place where no one can see what you choose to do, or not to do."

Also: hello.