Max is far more at ease and back to his normal self now that he's in his suit again. He's wearing his original one, the one that Murderbot had shot, but he wanted something that he knew was his. Not something that the Captain had conjured up. He'd sewn up the bullet holes with thread he'd scrounged from a shirt, and while it wasn't a perfect match, it was a decent attempt. It's apparent that if Max had the proper materials it would be almost seamless. Unfortunately he doesn't have the proper materials.

He's back to strolling around the deck and taking stock of their surroundings, he's still never seen land, but might as well keep looking just in case. Spotting Maeve by the railing he approaches her, for being roommates, he barely uses the room, so he hasn't seen her in a while.

"Good afternoon. Anything of interest out there?" He gestures to the ocean, coming up beside her to look out at the horizon.