For once, Maxine is still; her powers are barely working, so there are no faint breezes picking up her hair, or anything like that. And, for once, she's mostly silent.

Biting one lip, she's looking it over carefully. She's genuinely nervous about whether she can actually help with this or not-- and admittedly half the reason she's here is she'd been worried about Punchy-- but she intends to do her best.

"I think that's something there," Maxien says, a little quietly and uncertainly, pointing it out. She's a little scared to actually touch. "Or at least, something we could use, maybe."