"Apparently," Maria drawled, even if this wasn't quite the time or place to be getting into current British politics and Lois's interest in them, "they weren't quite aware just how many people would be doing protest votes, or voting for something they didn't understand the implications of. They just realized they took the wrong exit at 100 miles per hour." As fond as she was of Lois - and she was very fond of Lois - Maria leveled her a stare. "I am not getting you into MI:6," she said. "They're very nice spies who offer tea, but I don't have the authority over them to vouch for a foreign journalist, particularly when they're feeling a little naked."
There was, however, things that she could do involving Lois and stories, things she had the authority to do. Trusting Lois to be on the right side of this wasn't a problem. Trusting the one that she brought into it to pry out the information, that was something else entirely. Maria raised an eyebrow at Eddie's assertion that the fact that it was a puzzle was enough payment for him - besides actually getting paid, of course - and silently looked at Lois for confirmation on this point. When it came without hesitation, without the question needing to be asked more than that, she wondered if she was just that predictable.
She let out a careful breath, because Lois had that look in her eyes that meant that yes, she would do this without help, and she would get herself into a lot of trouble, and wouldn't that be fun for exactly none of them. "There will be considerable precautions," she said. "You," she turned her eyes on Eddie, "are going to have someone looking over your shoulder through the entire process, and you," she turned on Lois, "are not going into anything without a tac vest and a squad of really well armed combat agents. And me. These conditions are non-negotiable," she said, as if there was any confusion in the matter.