Oh, you think he'd like me enough for that? Now I really got to meet him.

[much like everything else, Maria doesn't take the last part all too seriously. Maria assumed much of what Vander would be telling her would usually be a joke, a flirt at most.

when it came to Vander, she didn't think she would ever mind hearing his problems. though telling him her own seemed impossible at the moment. not something she should weigh him down with. who needed to hear about a woman's existential identity and self-actualization issues? at least not after the train.

easier to flirt and tease and play.] I can say I've never been told I'm lacking in passion. Probably too much, if we're being honest. How about you?