This had been the exact opposite of a vacation for Max. He'd gone from a place of power and prestige that he'd clawed his way into after years of fighting and subterfuge, to here where there wasn't an economy and he had none of the respect to back him up that he had in his world. To say he hated it was an understatement.

But he also wasn't interested in why they were here, or solving mysteries, or even acknowledging the Captain was a real thing that existed. He wanted to leave, he just didn't want to do any of the work to make it happen. Normally he had lackeys for that.

"You have to?" his voice conveying just how strange a statement that is. "Why?"