Maggie herself wore a gun on a holster, and a knife tucked into her belt on the other side. She didn't go for either, though, letting Clementine size her up and lower her gun before she spoke.

"Nice to meet you," she said, glancing down the street as if to make sure that no one was coming before she said, "There's a place a couple of blocks from here, they've got burgers. They're good." Of course, after years of scrounging for whatever was around, and often going without when that was 'nothing', almost anything tasted pretty good to Maggie. "Do you want to go?"