Mai is taking the brief respite to catch her breath and check her ammo supply. She still has many, many knives - she carries dozens (if not hundreds) of the small throwing implements on her. She glances around, trying to figure all of this out. She's not as intelligent as brainy (at least not in terms of sheer knowledge), but she does have a healthy dose of common sense and knowledge.

"Well, whatever we're going to do, let's do it quickly. We can't just wait here for this robot or whatever to get tired of trying to kill us."