[While on one of her supply runs, Max will happen to pass one of the residential buildings at just the right moment to witness a mid-sized tree branch crashing through one of the downstairs windows - and then to witness it crashing back out again not twenty seconds later. It's thrown with force, like a javelin, and depending on how close Max is, it might even risk hitting her. The frying pan that follows it gets even more distance, sailing through the air and hitting the ground in the middle of the street.
Callisto - the culprit, naturally - shows herself next, popping out the front door and heading straight for Max. She'd wet, bedraggled, and very annoyed, wearing a nightgown and no shoes, neither of which seems to be deterring her in the slightest.
"Tell me you're one of the ones who can understand me," she says in Greek - knowing it's likely to be a lost cause, but giving it a go all the same.]
late evening
Callisto - the culprit, naturally - shows herself next, popping out the front door and heading straight for Max. She'd wet, bedraggled, and very annoyed, wearing a nightgown and no shoes, neither of which seems to be deterring her in the slightest.
"Tell me you're one of the ones who can understand me," she says in Greek - knowing it's likely to be a lost cause, but giving it a go all the same.]