[Dozens, if not hundreds, of times indeed. Maria lived a violent and brutal life and didn't escape as much in death. This place was more a purgatory, a lesser evil to the beast scourge of Yharnam or the Nightmare. She feels no less duty, however, Maria would do what she could to protect wherever she ended up, if it was so worthy.

Looking to Poe, she nodded, solid and stoic. She beckons him continue through the night.]

Lead on, good sir.