*One eye opens, revealing a sparkling velvet colored eye. Twinkling with laughter.* [b]A scrap would've done well you love sick fool. Well... Love sick.. Or you might just be narcissistic...[/b] *the eye closes again. Maya resorts to leaving her body utterly limp. Nothing will force her to drop her game tho. Not a poke, a prod, and surprisingly not a punch either. She seems to have good practice playing dead/unconscious.*