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"...Kepler." Maggie repeated the name with a slight nod, managing the tiniest of smiles in response to the man, Thomas Kepler.<br/>
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Ari just snorted softly, most of his attention still on Kepler -- but mostly just because he'd uttered the words "sweet feed" a moment ago. The fact that the horse had let down his guard so easily was a good sign for Maggie; she'd always trusted animals' instinct to know a bad person when they met one and Areion had never let her down in that respect. Aside from his initial, instinctive response, the gelding was honestly quite relaxed.<br/>
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Maggie said nothing else before they reached the gates of Havenshire, let in by the woman she'd seen through her binoculars the other day. She was a beautiful brunette, but the way she carried herself and the cautionary glance the two exchanged told Maggie exactly who was in charge there. After all, you didn't make it long in survivor groups unless you could spot a leader and spot them quickly.<br/>
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She spared a glance at the other man who approached Kepler, trading a mug for the body of the Walker child. She'd wondered why Kepler had taken the little body, but she realized then that the unnamed man... wanted to bury it?<br/>
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Before she could properly comprehend this, Kepler was offering her the mug he'd just been handed. For a second she just stared at it as he spoke before glancing up at him, making no move to take the offered beverage though her arm did twitch briefly, as if she almost reached for it.<br/>
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"No -- um, no, thank you," she replied with a polite little smile and a slight shake of her head; though, after a second's hesitation, she added, "Maybe... water, actually? Whenever it's... appropriate."<br/>
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She didn't feel right asking for things before she'd even officially been allowed to stay, but she couldn't deny she was both hungry and thirsty. It had been years since she'd had coffee though, even before the end of the world started, and after a one-month trial on the stuff, she'd decided it wasn't for her. She had a feeling that helping herself to a mug of coffee after so long -- and after the half-starved diet she'd been on -- might have some negative effects on her stomach.<br/>
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Her attention shifted to the burial happening nearby, remaining where she was even when Kepler moved over to stand next to the woman when she began speaking. The man with the violin had called her Lieutenant. Had she said her name during the broadcast that had brought Maggie there? The cowgirl couldn't recall, but the voices were definitely the same.<br/>
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She and Ari hung back, the gelding shifting to stand between his rider and the other people while Maggie continued to keep a grip on his reins. So far he hadn't shown any overly protective or aggressive behavior, which was definitely a good sign.<br/>
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Maggie watched the burial proceedings over Ari's back, only her eyes and the top of her head visible from the graveside a little ways away. Part of her admired the show of sympathy and respect for the little girl, but part of her felt... sick. Thinking of all the other people she'd seen slaughtered, young and old alike, Walker and human, who'd never gotten so much decency as someone to close their dead eyes, made her feel some of the nausea she'd lacked earlier.<br/>
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Turning away she rested her head on Ari's shoulder, opting just to listen and rest as she waited for the talk she knew she'd eventually have to have with someone, whether it was the Lieutenant or someone else.<br/>
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Once she registered the woman's speech ending she lifted her head again, peeking over Areion's back in time to see the Lieutenant look her way. This prompted Maggie to step around her horse again, taking a breath as she nodded and prepared to respond -- but before she could get a word out Ari snorted, stamping at the ground twice in agitation as his head turned towards the gates.<br/>
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Looking instinctively in that direction, Maggie became aware of a sound she hadn't heard over the sound of the violin: an engine. Not a moment later another female voice had called out, asking if she'd found Havenshire. Maggie's grip on her horse's reins tightened, her eyes quickly scouring the immediate area.<br/>
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One, two, three... four people in all, including herself, plus at least one person outside. She wasn't sure if there was anyone else within the walls yet, and she also couldn't see any exit from where she stood, aside from the gate the car was outside of.<br/>
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All of the sudden she felt herself getting nervous, second-guessing her choices all over again despite the good signs she'd already seen and the undeniably noble act the people around her had just performed.<br/>
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For once Ari didn't react to her anxiousness by going on the defensive; instead he actually seemed quite calm now that everyone was alerted to the newest visitor, reaching to nudge Maggie's side expectantly before lifting his head again -- likely searching out Kepler, who'd promised a treat that Ari had yet to see.<br/>
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Looking back to Maggie he nudged her side again, nearly knocking her over as he whickered in a friendly, very complacent sort of way that had the cowgirl looking a little confused. But, it did ease her own nerves some as she suggested to the Lieutenant, looking back at the woman, "Uh -- I guess that needs to be handled, but, um -- I'll talk to whoever I need to talk to, whenever you want it to happen. Ma'am."<br/>
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