Max looks vaguely concerned, but she releases her grip on the gun. "That's kinda horrible. What the fuck? Are you, I dunno, okay?" she asks, eyeing him cautiously. She relaxes her posture marginally. "This is the kind of shit I'm supposed to report, but how do I say that? 'Oh hey, boss. There's a kid here that just confessed to a murder. He's also the host for an ancient Egyptian god. Oh, but it's okay because I'm the daughter of a different god. Should I bring him in?' Shit," she mutters, rubbing her temple. She jumps slightly when Winter's voice changes.