Maya allowed herself a snort of amusement. She knew better than to suggest Tex in seriousness; he was too much of an old battle-axe to successfully lead a transition from treetop survival to ground-level living. Stubborn, paranoid, and scarred in more ways than one; that was their oldest friend and best gunner.

Much like someone else she knew.

"If you're fishing for a volunteer, I would be more than happy to assist," Maya said. "The caregivers function just fine without me hovering, and the only time I sit in on a classroom these days is when one of the children is having a discipline problem."