"Hanna Falk Cross," Maya corrects him a bit snarkily-- she knows your name, kid. And the working-at-target thing. Shaking his hand, Maya continues on a bit of her own Hanna introduction. "You like ghosts and markers annnnnd weird-shape-magic, get embarrassed really easily, don't like waking up really early in the morning and apparently like reading Rampant Lust."

Can you feel the intensity of that smirk, Hanna? Can you?