Maya wished her powers were attuned more to the present than a more general sense of a person, as it'd be more useful in a lot of situations. Still, whatever she gleamed would be of value down the line. Not that she wanted to take point. For starters she's a blunt instrument, not quite as nuanced in keeping secrets as anyone else here.

And she really couldn't defend herself.

"Maybe I should focus on the Beach Bums, I'll get more useful info on the disorganized chaos than I would on more disciplined monsters. There's even a chance they won't make my skin crawl." Small chance, but she takes what she can get. If the gang lives in a more communal space she'll be able to tell who really orchestrates things from how their sounds play off each other. "We're trying to play nice and all, what are the odds any of these groups just plans to kill everyone there to send a message."

Vampire mobsters do not sound like the 'play nice' sort, to Maya.