There is a grunt of irritation at this behavior. In the blink of an eye, the woman teleports in front of Eri and Nozomi and attempts to gently scoop Nozomi up and move her to the side, like a doll in a toyhouse being rearranged into the correct position. She will get a light pat on her head for her troubles if she doesn't protest. Banzu will receive the same feeling through a quick psychic flick of the mind. She knows who stopped the boat.

At the same time, though she hadn't meant to keep it intact, Maya is still lightly connected to her aura. There is a pulsing anger now. Anger, irritation, distemper - all directed, of course, at the blonde-haired blue-eyed object of her wrath. ...That person is just like them. She hates people like them. She never wants to be with people like them again. All they feel when they see her is negative. Disgust, fear, distrust, anger - there is nothing she hates more than to be flooded with the minds of petty little people and their petty little upsets.

There is the sense that she is about a half second away from telekinetically flinging Eri somewhere far away - maybe Citadel.