Maria looked back at Artyom. "You're not here to read me though. That's my point." She hissed, knowing she had all her defences and the fact he was telling her that she was hard to read told her that it was working. Maria had no intentions on letting them get close to her, understand her. She didn't plan to get close to any of them either, it only made them harder to shoot if they became the un-dead.. to Maria, they were just strangers, people she didn't know and didn't care about. That was how she would hope it would stay. She knew it wouldn't be too much longer on the flight now, they must have been at least half way there... either that or time was going really slow. Maria shifted in her seat, making it out as though she was getting comfortable, but what she was really doing was preparing herself, mentally and physically... she didn't know what they'd find when they got there.