Why are you here?
"That's what I want to know, too."
John finished inspecting the scene and gestured for help.
"The Black Gold Gang guys said your house was robbed, came to look, and ran into two company dogs with guns right after coming in..."
"Raqi..."
Maya looked exhausted.
She shook her head, refusing John's outstretched hand, just wanting to sit and rest for a moment.
John briefly recounted the situation in the hospital room.
He noticed Maya always gripping her gun, knowing she still didn't fully trust him. After a moment of silence, he patted the dust off his jacket, raised his hands, and stepped back.
"Relax, Maya, don't be so tense."
"How much did they pay you?"
Maya smiled bitterly, loosened her grip on the gun, and struggled to sit up straight.
"Working for money on the streets... I get it, I can't beat you in my current state... Ah, got a smoke? No reason for you to be at the hospital."
Maya was convinced John was hired.
