Upon hearing Flint's words....Maria's eyebrows had furrowed in a bit of suspicion towards what the rotten dude said, but too soon did a smirk come to her lips as she laughed, lowering the forcefield and telling Leela it was alright to uncover her mouth now that the poison had gone from the air. "Heh, so you do have a brain after all, you fucking zombie." She quipped, but more in a friendly manner than biting sarcasm. "I'll admit, as much as I was up for running, I don't know how long I can keep going, and as much as I wanna punch that smug Patrick Bateman wannabe in the face.... Leela's got a point. Are you sure we can even trust you, Flint?" What if this was just a ruse? Maria was apprehensive at best and wasn't much for joining the person...that tried to kill them in the first place. Leela was quick to object as well, but then again, Maria could see her reasoning, since Flint....and her as well...have caused the girl alot of stress.