That steady foundation is something that Maine appreciates, if mostly unconsciously. His emotions run deep, and his rage is like the ocean in a storm: powerful, all-encompassing, and wildly destructive. Brigitte's calm is serving as an anchor. A safe port amid his mind's turmoil.

Maine's shaved head bobs in a little nod. He did indeed throw a Warthog at someone. Multiple "someone"s, actually. It was, in his opinion, an excellent tactic.

"Was close," he explains — like that's a good reason to throw a vehicle. "Effective. Broke line."

(It won't be the last time Maine chucks a vehicle at someone because it's convenient, though he has no idea it's something of a pattern for his future-self.)