The incessant itching, combined with Richard's jabs about Maul's appearance do little to calm the Dathomirian's frayed nerves. He was not expecting such a strong reaction to the presence of his two unknowing adversaries, but he must do all he can to keep it in check. To let loose now in such a public manner would only serve to make his own plans much more complicated, however personally enjoyable he might find doing so.

Surveying the roof he finds himself on, as the insipid music begins to play, Maul decides to take a moment to try and center himself. He shuts his eyes and tries to block out the music and force his rage under control, readying an [Enhanced Counter] as he does so; he'll need it soon enough. His breathing is slow, but strained.

His arm won't stop itching.

Then Tyzias bursts through the door to the rest of the building, and Maul's eyes snap open. She found him much more quickly than he'd been expecting. Some kind of tracking ability?

With his free hand-his itching hand-he beckons her forward, Darksaber-and Counter-at the ready. He says nothing else.