Hey, don't just call him out like that, Wash! Maine gives a little huff, but he's not truly bothered. In fact, his expression brightens more when Wash smiles at Brigitte. Getting Wash to smile has become something of a mission for Maine in this place. Might seem like an insignificant mission compared to those he took on back home, but it's important to Maine.

The brightness fades when Brigitte waves a hand at the nearly empty inn. As far as Maine's concerned, that gesture sums things up just fine. He grunts in agreement — to her frustration, not the treatment of this as something 'normal' — and folds his arms as well, unintentionally mirroring Brigitte's body language. Then he scans the few remaining occupants again, dark brows drawn together in a frown.

That so many people could be "magically" moved is concerning, to say the least. He wonders how it was done. Wonders how it can be prevented.

Turning his gaze to Wash, Maine raises his eyebrows in a silent question: "thoughts?"