[center][color=ed1c24][u][b][h3]Vincent[/h3][/b][/u][/color][/center]

Vincent's eyes narrowed a bit. He had spent a great deal of time thinking about that very same question while he was trying to find civilization. At the time, leaving the family felt like such a terrifying thing. It was the only home he and his sister had ever known. Vincent struggled with coming up with a reason for being kicked out during his time outside. However, now that he knew what happens to people like him and Margaret, he could see why the bunkers were not going to be home for long. Vincent realized that they were different and dangerous. It scared him to think what his father would have done if he knew about malfunctions. Chills ran up vincent's spine.

"Long story short, my folks didn't like things that were different." Vincent sighed. He looked at his hands, which were resting palms up on his lap. 

He could imagine Margaret's mom standing there, looking ashamed. His jaw tensed at the thought of what was happening to her, or what had happened to her if she were dead by now. To Vincent, any woman his dad had a kid with was known as mom. There was little to no sense of monogamy in the concrete maze. The Andersen children were expected to love each other regardless of blood ties and Vincent was no exception. He understood that she was not his mother, but he loved her anyways. He hated the idea that one of his mothers could be in danger for helping him. It was his fault, and it enraged him. 

"It wasn't that bad," Vincent lied, "I wasn't alone." He looked up. again, at Maggie's feet.

Vincent nodded, remembering Marlowe's name. Upon looking over the small girl again, he decided that the name suited her. He gave a tired, and vaguely charming smile before letting his expression clear. Vincent flushed a little at the realization that he hadn't even given Marlowe his name. 

"My name is Vincent. It's nice to meet you, Marlowe." He said, extending his right hand in an offer for a handshake. In reply to the girl's second question, he added, "This is my sister, Margaret. We," he paused again, trying to find the right word to describe their situation, "were urged to leave together." 

Vincent gave an awkward smile to the girl who got closer to the two of them. He nodded at her to say 'hi' without having to actually say anything. 

[center][color=6ecff6][h3][b][u]Margaret[/u][/b][/h3][/color][/center]

Margaret was surprised by the boy's answer. Her expression faded from pure surprise to her usual cunning smile. She grinned somewhat manically at the question posed to her. Maggie moved so that she was facing the new speaker before coming up with a reply.

"Moving pigs is my specialty, but sometimes I can cook 'em too." She joked about her powers, which was a first for her. Neither the patriarch of the Andersen clan, nor Vincent were willing audiences when it came to that type of comedy routine. Maggie giggled at her own joke, though no one else would find it as amusing as she did. 

Maggie noticed that the boy was shaking and she stopped laughing. Her eyebrows narrowed in an expression of concern. She recognized his posture. It was the same posture she had taken when locked up in her room at night with the flickering lights and flying objects. Maggie saw the frightened kid inside the speaker and it brought out a bit of her own fear. 

"Are you-" she broke herself off before deciding to be relatable instead of concerned. "I'm scared too." Maggie simply stated. Her voice was hushed. She suddenly appeared to be what she really was; a small girl in a situation that forced her to be the optimistic one.