Maria winced when she was threatened, nodding her head furiously in order to please the leader. The idea of a bullet in her head wouldn't be fun, even<em>with</em>her thickened skin.<br/><br/>Even at point blank range with a small handgun, it'll just leave a bruise on her skin. But it'll still be a worrying and painful one, one that'll most likely damage her cranial implant and the system that is had to keep her running. Not something she was looking forward to. At all. Especially with the fact she had no idea how to fix injuries or hardware issues like that. She had no idea if large guns could work on her, but she presumed they do since the army never tried to test<em>that</em>out on her during the time of testing her out.<br/><br/>"Sorry," Maria said quietly, keeping her voice low so people didn't hear her. The smile on her face faltering for a second. She didn't meant to be thickheaded and she didn't like the word. She preferred the term 'perky' and 'dim'. She smiled again but kept her voice down in hopes of correcting her behavior. "I'll behave, honest. I'll follow all instructions no matter what, promise."<br/><br/>It's been a while since she worked in a team and had forgotten about the whole 'you have to be hush hush' component of being in a gang. Well, this was the best time to remember that in order to make this job work. She quickly but subtlety mimicked zipping her lips shut, keeping quiet now for the other two women's sake.