"Sweet," Maggie said softly, so as to not alert her brother to the little costume change. She took her shirt off and handed it to her new friend, taking the new shirt as well. She noted that this one was a much better fit. 

"Thanks." she whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just thought you didn't look comfortable in that tight shirt... We've got to look out for each other now, you know?" 

Maggie looked at Alexander's frame. He looked so weak to her and she wondered if he had been homeless too. Maggie's eyes drifted up to his hair. She wondered how he got the color there. Maggie had never seen colored hair before. Not many businessmen decide to "mix it up" and go purple. New Denver wasn't exactly known for its progressive fashion, either. Maggie decided that she liked this new person. She brightened as much as she could, which wasn't much considering the fact that she was running out of energy. Her enthusiasm could still be seen. 

"I like your hair," she said, less quietly than before, "I wasn't allowed to color my hair." Maggie knew that describing her childhood wasn't a good first topic, so she kept the details to a minimum. She was telling the truth only without the 'we didn't have any hair dye in the bunkers' factoid. 

She layed on her stomach again, propped up on her elbows. Maggie grabbed her auburn hair, twisted it over her shoulder, and examined some of the strands. It was mostly comprised of split ends. Maggie was a bit disappointed in the state of her hair, but knew there wasn't much she could do about it now. She huffed, dropping her hair and looking around a bit. She noticed a particularly quiet kid on a nearby bunk. Her dark eyes couldn't help but linger as memories of sitting alone in her cross-covered room flooded into her mind. She recalled how Vincent was a regular visitor, even if it was to just come and cheer her up. If she could extend that kindness to someone else, she thought, then her life would be fulfilled. She longed to be somebody's Vincent more than anything else in that moment. Maggie pursed her lips as she thought. Before she could stop herself, Margaret spoke up.

"Rough day?" She called out. Maggie knew the answer already, but she thought it might be a good place to start. She gestured to Alexander with her head towards the solemn stranger in an invitation to help her with conversation.