Oh no. Seriously, she can't pass this up. The opportunity to troll him is far too perfect, and that reaction? That was one for the history books. That was one she'd go home and cry laughing about.

For now, though, a bit of harassment is in the cards. It's fated. The stars are aligned.

Putting on a false pout, Maya crosses her arms. "You mean you don't remember me?" Push out the pouty lip, hands on the hips, and--

Nope. She can't do it. Not even Maya is good enough a prankster to keep herself from bursting out laughing (starting with, of course, an entirely unattractive snort), arms around her middle and kneeling a bit to keep from falling over.

"I'm-- I'm sorry!" She manages between near-cackles. "I know-- I mean-- Snnrrrrk!"

...You'll get an explanation in a few moments, Hanna, but at present, Maya's a bit busy.