Maggie was just getting her act together, as soon as her brown eyes tried to re-adjust to the new environmental change. She was so used to the dark, it really wasn't necessary. Yes, her habit of shouting out one of her brother's favorite words, allowed her to think like him. Although, Maggie may have done it out of instinct, since it has now become a constant word in the Rogers' household. Registering her surroundings, Maggie knew that she would break something at any time; it ran in the genes. Looking at the already destroyed box, she regretted on not keeping herself quiet, especially if she was just now caught. 
	Hearing the question come from what seems to be a young man in his mid-20s before her, Maggie had the same question linger on her mind. "Maggie Rogers. Who are [i]you[/i]?", she curiously repeated back to him, as she helped herself up back to her feet.