For a moment, Max could only appear confused, if not downright lost, in what was happening. One of his eyes brows raised, almost subconsciously, in reaction to Sean's overbearingly short explanation. His face gave away nothing more, but behind it his mind was attempting to piece together what little information he had into a reasonably sensible picture as quickly as possible.
So these three stole a phone from some thug, who worked for that metal guy, and that woman with the grey jacket is with him. And they know this because she'd ordered the thug, and some other guys, to attack them? Okay, now that metal guy, or the woman or whoever, got their friend - wait, is he their friend? I don't think Sean even knows his name...
At this point, Max allowed the pupils of his eyes to move, scanning the faces of the mutants around him. He's only been around these people for less than a day, so it's nearly impossible to fully read their expressions, but the air was noticeably still, almost tense. It'd been a while since Sean had replied, and no one was saying anything; Max needed to decide whether to make a move now, and even then, what move to make.
I go with them, and I'm probably in for a trap. They're already waiting for us. If we manage to beat 'em at their own game, we get, what, some information about this guy maybe? If we're lucky, something about the Selected and Marcel? That kid could be useful but... no, it's too risky.
Saying that's not an option though; do it, and I just look like a jerk. On the other hand, say nothing and I'm indecisive and inconsiderate. No, both of those won't do...
Max didn't allow the silence to take up more than half a minute, eventually ending it in a calm and reserved tone.
"Can't really say much, since I'm a newcomer to whatever you guys have gotten yourselves into, but I'll go along with whatever you guys choose to do." he spoke in a supportive voice, with a face that gave no indication of the thoughts racing inside his head.