<em>Slave driver</em>. She supposed she deserved that - but was she really that bad?<em>Really</em>? The manager became a little crestfallen as she looked down into her toxic colored ice drink concoction, and made a mental note to increase her future displays of gratitude toward the crew. Sometimes opportunities for important gestures slipped past her as she busily over-involved herself in insuring Davis didn't self destruct. Apparently her baby sitting was taking its toll on others as well as it gobbled up her patience and attentions.<br/><br/>Maggie politely raised a hand, palm towards the offered burgers. "No thanks. Appreciate it, but I've reached my rest stop threshold for the evening." She smiled, giving a light shake of her twizlers and slushie. Sugar was already beginning to filter happily into her bloodstream.<br/><br/>She looked at Ava with her sweet tea, JD with his coffee, and down to her own beverage, which she then raised pseudo ceremoniously into the air. "Cheers." She grinned from behind her new shades. "To those of us who keep this train wreck running on time."<br/><br/>[ooc and off Maggie goes to Chicago]