"That's okay." She nodded, briskly, trying to force her mind to move on. Clementine's next comment gave her somewhere to go, and she replied, "It is. Doesn't feel right, does it?"

When their food was up, Maggie went to get it, telling Clementine while she did, "It looks like there are a lot of openings here, for jobs. Come on, let's find a table."

Predictably, she picked the table in the corner, where she could keep an eye on the entire place. Once they were sitting down, she divvied up the food, her movements quick, like she expected someone to take it from them.