[ He turns for a second, regards her silently; the blank face of his mask makes his expression inscrutable. Then-- ]

No one asked you for your logic, Maya.

[ He sounds amused all the same. ]

Anyway. Your team sounds as crazy as mine. Galaxy's best assassin. Genetically modified raccoon with a penchant for blowing things up. Big, burly, guy with a kill count that would make a mathematician scratch his head. A talking tree. Aaaand a roguish, dashing thief with a heart made of coal and plated in gold.