The lives they lead, they had comparatively few pleasures. Maria made sure that coffee was one of them, even when it was cold and bitter because it came from the communal pot and wasn't something that she savored, but gulped down like medicine. It was still coffee.
"They might be smart enough to bank on us chasing down the rumor, get contracts from us." She rotated the cup of coffee in her hands, then shook her head. "Maybe they'd get a boost because of it, maybe work their way into a closer relationship, but unless they're damn stupid, they're also opening their arms to foreign influence, and the only way that plays out is if they actually have Vibranium to bargain with."
The country would cooperate, or they wouldn't; there would be Vibranium in the hills, and they'd have to deal with the rush for the mineral, or this could all be a dead-end and all they'd end up with was the mountain range crossed off the list of potential sites of Vibranium. The Quinjet worried her much more than the hat full of 'maybe's. "There's failsafes against that," she said. "Failsafes can fail and make the engines think they're quitting," she acknowledged. "But there's also at least one active HYDRA cell on the East Coast, and I can't imagine Wakanda is too happy about the potential for another source of Vibranium in the world." Just because Wakanda was nominally an allied country - or at least aloofly neutral - didn't mean that they would welcome competition for their most famous commodity.