"Psh! I doubt it. Even if Bug-boy's arm fell off, I still don't think he'd realize what the walking corpse he is." Maria remarked, grimacing a bit at Leela squishing a bug with just her bare hand. Sure, Maria's seen her share of gore, most of it committed by here, but a bug...it was just...no.. Of course, she could've just chalked it up to Leela's own lethargic state of being, desperate for only a drop of water, and even if she was desperate enough to drink from the toilet, Maria was sure there wasn't much of a drop left in those, judging by how old this building was. Yeah the electricity was working, but the pipes...they had to be withered by now. Where else could they get water she wondered....and then it struck her as if a bolt from the blue yonder. "So you'd drink [i]anything[/i] right now?" Maybe it didn't have to be just water...maybe it was [i]any[/i] liquid. Slipping off one of her clawed gloves, Maria exposed the back of her arm, dragging one of her razor talons across, as always not feeling a thing, and soon followed a trickling crimson pour.....of blood. "It ain't water, and it may be gross...." She said kneeling down towards Leela, bring her arm to the girl's lips. "But it's liquid....and you need it more than me." They had to hurry though, so there was no time for Leela to hesitate. Flint....was drawing near....