[ Max regards the newcomers to the table with all the wariness and uncertainty he gives most situations, which is to say a more than healthy amount. He continues to eat his dinner, hunched over it like he fully expects to eventually have to fight someone over it (old habits die hard, after all), but listens to the two speak without interruption. He looks from one to the other; he's been very careful not to give his name out to most, and the fact there are two effectively-strangers approaching him using it is...not entirely the best feeling in the world. It puts him on edge at default, has him starting to wonder what they want from him, and the fact they mention having close ties to Karen doesn't exactly make him feel any better about it.
But he grunts in acknowledgment all the same, because they merit at least that much. ]
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But he grunts in acknowledgment all the same, because they merit at least that much. ]
Okay.