"Not really," Maggie mumbles before she remembers to take her fingers from between her lips and speak up. "I just started here." So I don't know anybody are the unsaid words that hang in the air.

Is this what people do at potlucks? Tell complete strangers they look uncomfortable? The longer Maggie spends in Baedal, the more she realizes how sheltered she's been. It would surprise people that she's not the stereotypical rude New Yorker all the time, but when you have an overbearing mother who keeps you home when you're not working, shit like this is what you end up with. Potlucks and other social events just don't fit into that equation.

"You?"