[She's changed, herself-- into comically oversized clothes (if this works, she's going to be channeling a dude, after all), and meditated quickly and as hard as she could while traveling. It's snowing gently, and it's cold, but that's nothing compared to the rushing springs of a waterfall. She just hopes she trained enough.]
[In contrast to his muted, mournful disposition (she only met him once, but it's so jarring to see him like this--) Maya clasps her hands together and bows her head by way of hello.]
Hi, Mr. Achilles! Anytime!
[She's a little too cheerful for a funeral, but this is pretty toned down by Maya's standards]
[She takes the photograph from his hand and looks it over, committing his details to memory, her voice softening a little.]
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[In contrast to his muted, mournful disposition (she only met him once, but it's so jarring to see him like this--) Maya clasps her hands together and bows her head by way of hello.]
Hi, Mr. Achilles! Anytime!
[She's a little too cheerful for a funeral, but this is pretty toned down by Maya's standards]
[She takes the photograph from his hand and looks it over, committing his details to memory, her voice softening a little.]
...You two were really close, huh?