Alma is taken aback for a moment at what seemed to be a genuine compliment.  The corners of her mouth turns up into a small, shy smile.  She brushes a strand of hair out of her face and nods.  "Okay, sure, I'm definitely fine with that, go a...head" she trails off when she sees him already gone.  "Oh." She mumbles and pauses for a moment, before scurrying out after him.  The thought of leaving on her own didn't even cross her mind, surprisingly enough.  They were in this mess together now.  Although she would deny it, she was finding respect for Flint.  He was capable, with good intentions deep down, and she figured that was admirable enough.  She trots up behind him and falls in step right next to him silently.