Of course Astrid doesn't notice her.

It's not hard to miss her, honestly. She's in a shady nook, quiet as ever, and dozing slightly. Trying not to stress about the reality of the future. It's hard when the sobs interrupt her, though, and Maja watches Astrid coolly for a few moments.

Despite her feminine appearance, Maja is not particularly comforting. And she does not particularly care to be, at least not to a loud-mouthed child that was constantly bossing her around. She debates closing her eyes and ignoring this, but her ears catch the sounds of muttering. Anger. Oh.

She approaches from the side, thinking she's in Astrid's line of sight. Coldly, she speaks; apparently this "trying to be empathetic" thing is harder than it seems. "And what's wrong with you."