At least someone who wasn't the most chatty was not unusual to Maul. Back before he'd had a thirteen year break in his sanity, he'd been less then talkative himself. That's what came from being isolated from most people by his master. But being left alone on a junkyard planet in pain and with his mind slowly eroding year after year had left him more prone to talking afterwards.

"Oh, so you do know how to read and write. Good." That's not a dig at Neo personally. Maul has met a lot of sorts in the galaxy and the ability to communicate through writing isn't always as common as one would think the vast wide nature of the universe. "That makes two of us. I arrived only a short while ago myself."

As he speaks, he reaches out with the Force, seeking to see what he can find by skimming her mind briefly. He's just probing more of her emotions then her actual thoughts.