Seeing the hacker get out of the foam was like someone hatching from the egg. If they were a human like her and not a big baby chick, of course. She giggled at the image in her mind now, bouncing on her heels as he got out. He then thanked her as he straightened himself up and directed a nice smile to her.<br/><br/>Maria beamed at Oni when he thanked her, pleased that she had been useful for the mission so far. It meant she wasn’t going to get shot or anything, which was good in her opinion. Less gunshot wounds means less need of a repair, and less repairs means using less money. One of the reasons she had joined this was to get money after all.<br/><br/>She followed him like a puppy, humming an off tune hymn her mother had taught her while they walked to the others. She was a bit confused on the ‘ball’ part, since she was sure this mission didn’t have anything going to parties. Nothing in the report or mentions of the job the Major had told her included parties or balls.<br/><br/>Did it?<br/><br/>She suddenly felt nervous and anxious, certain she had forgotten something about the job and, if the others found out about it, she would be in a lot of trouble. As they walked, she felt her anxiety growing and she started to flick her blades in and out and in and out with increasing use. Finally, the fear got the best of her. She reached out and tugged on his arm timidly. What if he got mad? He didn’t get mad so far, and she hoped he wouldn’t get mad now. She looked at him and winced, expecting the worse to happen when she said:<br/><br/>"I didn't know we had to go to a ball.”<br/><br/>Pulling back, she raised her arms up and tried to cover her head. As if she has been subjected to this a lot of times. Of course, it must have happened to her with her line of work. But whether it was in the military or her as a mercenary wasn't easy to tell. All that was known now that she was suspecting a nasty beating of some sort.