"I doubt doubt," Maria said. Actually stealing something from Helicarrier stores meant getting up to the Helicarrier, which wasn't likely when the only way on was by getting up to the flight deck, wherever they were currently stationed.
The thought of the Helicarrier's stores prompted her next question: "So, where do the trendy night prowlers get their custom clothing made from?" Everyone had to have a source of everything. "We might want to place an order," she added. Maybe they even would, if they got a source.
Yeah, like hell she was going to leave her nice safe hide to stand around in a middle of a rooftop with things worse than bullets. "After a few nights' recon, I can imagine," she said.
She turned to follow the movements, and rose up to one knee, still with the gun down by her side, but considerably warier as the woman leaped closer, to the top of the unit.
Her hackles lifted higher at the comment. "Oh, yes, I'm going to move into the open and make a lovely target of myself and, if I survive, have to find a new hide," she said sharply. "You have a problem talking like this, you come down."