One month away from fifteen. Fully post-pubescent, most likely not going to do any more growing, am not a kid. Still, it's good to know you're not a creeper.

You're dangerous... because what? You tried to start some fires? Oh, so scary. [She wiggles a few fingers in emphasis.] I set my school on fire once. These things happen sometimes.

[When presenting herself as Tough And Bad to the criminal community, Maya always leads with the vaguest possible description of the baddest thing she's ever done. It's the most cred she's got.]

And we don't have to do feelings if you don't wanna do them, Mick. I'll just grab a beer and drink with you.

[This is officially a game of chicken. She doesn't know that she'll have the nerve to follow through if he calls her alcohol bluff.]