"Not even for one of those muscley superhero types?" she asks, tilting her head back to get a better look at Steve. "I've seen that one with the metal arm around Darrow, he's quite handsome."

And so not her type. He's too big. Too broody. Maeve needs to be the one with the bad attitude in a relationship, she doesn't imagine two people who are perpetually grumpy would do anything but make each other worse off in the long run.

She doesn't want to be with anyone else, though, she's sure of that.