It would've been easy to miss Maine at the Inn. He stopped by only briefly, and he had never stayed the night. The house he'd claimed was in the North Village, as far removed from the rest of "civilization" as possible without outright abandoning it. The Freelancer wasn't a social creature by nature — his intensely paranoid teammate, who arrived shortly after him and quickly moved in, was even less so.

But the appeal of the dojo was immediate and undeniable. So Maine didn't so much as blink at the man's open curiosity. And, when Danny offered his name, Maine was quick to do so in turn.

"Maine."

No "Agent" preceding it, and no "Freelancer" preceding that. Just Maine.

Danny's second question received a slight eyebrow raise before Maine nodded. Yeah, he had previous training. It took him a moment to realize that the other man might want a more detailed explanation. When he did, he grunted out, "Boxing. Wrestling. Others."

... Very detailed, indeed.