Solitude wasn't something the woman actively sought, but her quiet demeanor often made it so, and coupled with the fact that she was the only living member of her family in a state she was new to, well, that only increased the difficulty of being social. People like Rae, and this young man, were what made it easier for Marga to reach out, to come into the circle rather than prowl along the outskirts.
Packing light did have its advantages. It was still a struggle living without certain luxury items like a feather bed and a humble wardrobe, but the past few years had accustomed her to going without. Carnegie wasn't the first safehouse she'd had to evacuate, but thankfully she had left far fewer belongings behind. The only thing she'd had to abandon was the heavier sniper rifle she'd been issued. Her favored rifle was slung comfortingly across her shoulder.
Marga followed a step behind Danny, keeping close out of fear of getting lost in the unfamiliar territory. As they walked, she cast covert glances at her guide, noting that he carried no obvious weapons on him. The question of whether he was Immune was on her lips, but she was still unsure if it was a polite thing to ask or not. After all, they had just met. She didn't want to offend or upset him.
She shook the offered hand, taking care not to let her gun slide off her shoulder and accidentally bump him. That had happened on more than a few occasions, and it was always embarrassing. "A name like Margaret may be respectable, but it makes me sound old. Hence, me shortening it to Marga." Her lips twitched when he inquired if anyone ever called her Margie. "My parents called me that when I was a kid, but I guess I grew out of it." Resented probably would've been the better word, but rather than make Danny feel bad for calling her a name she loathed, she chose the polite route.
The main floor of Grand Central had areas that were designated footpaths, while the majority of it was a patchwork of varying colors of sleeping bags. "How many people were here before we all showed up?" She asked.
As large as this place was, she wasn't sure if there would be space here for everyone from Carnegie. If this even was everyone. Marga was sure that Rae would have sought her out by now, but because she hadn't even see the blonde, Marga was reasonably certain that Rae and all the others she was closest with, had been taken to a different safehouse. That saddened her.
From the way Danny spoke, Grand Central sounded like it had a more hospitable group of people taking shelter here. She recalled quite a few instances back at Carnegie where she had placed her belongings in a quiet and relatively clear area of floor, only to return an hour later and find that her things had been shoved aside and the area claimed by someone else. She liked the idea of actually having an area that was hers. When Danny offered her a place near where his family was resting, Marga almost let her acceptance burst out. She didn't want to sound too desperate for companionship, but at the same time she almost didn't care if they thought she was the needy woman in need of someone to talk to.
"If I had a dollar for every cranky person I've ever encountered, I'd be a wealthy woman." She gave a weak smile. "I'll take you up on that offer, if only until I get better acquainted with this place."