"It is." Maggie nodded, unwrapping her burger as well as she replied, "Might be a job for that. I haven't looked too hard just yet. ..good." Being a good shot was one of the more important skills you could develop where they came from, and Maggie was reasonably sure it would be helpful here, though less directly.

She ate quietly, quickly - her time in Alexandria notwithstanding, her body remembered how to eat when you weren't sure how long you'd have to do it, and every instinct she had told her that all these strangers were threats. She could put on a good face all she wanted, but she couldn't forget to be afraid. Or maybe less afraid, more cautious. It was impossible to tell the difference anymore.

When she was done, she put the wrapper from the burger back in the bag. Asked, somewhat quietly, "What are you planning to do from here?"