Mauga bursts through the door, “Yo! Where you at, cuz?” He surveys the dilapidated shack, a smirk playing on his lips. “Cozy little shithole.” He clears a path, spots you, and grins. “There you are, little buddy. Aww, you look like shit. But that’s okay. We’re gonna get you back in fighting shape. So how 'bout it? Ready to come back to Talon? Back with me?”