Maria snorted into her drink and shook her head. She wasn't surprised that was what Bobbi wanted to do, in doing so she had opened up a can of worms though. There was a lot that Maria wanted answers too and a lot might not be that nice a question. "Of course, I'd skull those if I were you. You might need some liquid courage for some of these questions I have for you," she warned her friend. She was glad to see Bobbi, it was comforting in an unfamiliar place. She kind of wished she had someone who was hers but she was never good with relationships, they scared her. Probably always would but it was nice to imagine at times like this.
"For a starter question. Francis Barton. I saw Mini-Rogers talking about him and who his parents exactly are," she replied turning to look at her friend slightly. Clint and Bobbi. She wasn't sure what she thought of the two of them together. She could see it ending badly or it could have worked really well. Probably the former though. Then again she didn't really see Bobbi as a mother. Yes she cared for people in her own way but she was so focused on work that it was hard to imagine her with her own family. The same with Barton, but he had one. Not that it really worked. She was of the opinion that his relationship with his wife wasn't fully healthy but she wouldn't begrudge him some happiness. Especially not in the world they lived in.