Hope recognizes Maya easily; who could miss her, right? Dressed like that and looking like she's just recovered from a relay race everywhere she goes. Hope looks almost like they fit in with the world around them when they pull their chunky headphones off their ears and give a meek little wave in Maya's direction. (It's the same gamer tee and the same ripped jeans and the same everything that they wear when they're off the clock and don't care anymore.)

"Hey," they say, eloquently, as they walk towards Maya with the sounds of Afterglow bleeding through the speakers. They shove their hands back into the pockets of their jeans and give Maya the worst attempt at a smile that they think they've managed all week. (At this distance, it's clear their eyes are brown. Contact lenses are too much effort right now.) "Sorry about the way I was typing at you. I feel like..." A weak laugh. "Complete garbage. And I was on a losing streak, so that wasn't helping either."