"To be honest, I almost forgot, it's been so long," Maggie said, trying for something around conversational - it didn't quite get there, but she was trying, at least.

Once Clementine came nearer, Maggie started walking, leading the way to the burger joint. She remembered, vaguely, her first visit, trying to remember how it worked. Money, ordering food from a restaurant, being among people who didn't know what it was like to go through Hell.

As they walked, Maggie kept her guard up, though, keeping an eye on the street as well as Clementine. Although she seemed open enough, she hadn't gotten stupid in the two days since she had arrived here - she still wasn't trusting anyone, not even a child.

"Where are you from?" She asked, after a few moments, curious. "I'm from Georgia."