Good because the time that Max would like to discuss anything about social interactions is right about: never. Max leans against the wall with the casual elegance of someone who normally does that with a glass in their hand and a plan to profit off the destruction of their enemies running through their mind. Unfortunately he has neither right now, but at least he still looks suave.

Cherish the small things.

"Probably because he knows we'll do it ourselves. And it's less interesting if everything happens because you force it to. It's much more satisfying if you get the same result while simultaneously convincing others it was their idea in the first place."

You know who really doesn't like not having control of his body? The literal robot who spent a good portion of his life in subservience and could be taken over at any time and forced to do anything with no recourse. He might not even remember doing it if he was wiped afterwards. Hence his ongoing paranoia about anything even remotely network related and the reason he'd punched Murderbot.

"I'm sure he's enjoying this chaos too much to force us to do anything."