Wufei is sixteen years old, and carries himself with all the assurance of someone who is simultaneously ready to die at any moment, and yet quite sure that he will live forever. Ah, youth. Or, maybe that's the war trauma. In either case, Wufei seems momentarily surprised to have such courtesy from so unexpected a quarter. For all his fierce appearance, Maul is... polite, almost genteel.

And so Wufei returns his bow, with equal respect.

"No. Her fuel reserves are sufficient for battle, but over longer ranges they are insufficient without significant support. I will be using a carrier while in transit," Again, Wufei hesitates; it would be more accurate to say that he stops. He considers Maul with a tactical bent; he is clearly a fighter, has known warfare, and has some passing familiarity with space. If he is weak, or traitorous, then it will become a moot point, but...

Even with four of them, is it enough? Heero's tendency to vanish on his own purposes, Duo's inconstancy, Quatre's desire for companionship, and Wufei's... well, he does not lie to himself. He knows he's hard to get along with.

"Do you have a ship, or a crew, of which you are part?"