Maria just gave a snort to Marcus' witty remark, nonchalantly taking a seat next to the cockroach fest to her right and propping her Vampire-X goth boots on Marcus' desk, a bit of a snicker towards the comment of giving Flint a bath. Dude probably didn't have one since his mom shit him out, because for something to smell as horrid as that and be crawling all over with every insect species imaginable....he certainly wasn't born the [i]natural[/i] way...that was for sure. "You know what they say about lightning, Marky. It always strikes when you least expect it." A sneer of insolence curved her lips under the black and blue respirator over her face. "Now cut the bullshit already." Veyas, he would just have to catch up...or just phone in telepathically as always. "Clearly you wanted to drag us here for something, so what is it? I got better things to do than sit on my ass in your yuppie office, Patrick Bateman." Maria...always with the insults as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and fiddling around with a small arc of lightning passing between her fingertips.