Marga nodded at his assessment. "Old habits are hard to break," she agreed. "But technically you only asked about a nickname, not specifically my family, so don't beat yourself up over it too much."
"With the larger safehouses, I'm about eight-five percent sure they'd do their best to take in people who need a place to go. The smaller ones? I'm less certain about those, what with limited space and all that. Most of the safehouses I've visited have been fairly small, though..." She trailed off, frowning a little as she realized her train of thought was headed toward a tunnel. Danny hadn't asked her to rationalize his chances of being taken in to another safehouses, were the need to arise. It was just like her to suck the hope out of a conversation. She shook it off, returning the smile when he spoke of not having done much to help. "You're helping me now. That's something."
"Believe me, your family can't be any worse than some of the people I've had to bunk with before." The little girl with the night terrors stuck out most of all in Marga's memory. Not that it was really the girl's fault for keeping her and everyone around her awake, but it still made for bad sleeping experiences.
Marga felt her cheeks heat when Danny corrected her on his family's familiarity with the man called Lukas. "Ah, I see," she replied, hoping her discomfort wasn't too obvious. 'Stand-offish' tough guys made her feel uncomfortable and incompetent, but she supposed that was a small price to pay for a good place to sleep.
He spoke of his brother Evan again, and Marga racked her brain for any memory of any encounter with an Immune named Evan. It sounded vaguely familiar. She wanted to say for sure that she'd heard one of her friends having a radio conversation with a guy named Evan, but she honestly couldn't recall. She let herself smile as he continued on about how great his siblings were. "And what about you? I'm sure you're just as much of a help as your brother and sister. You seem to be handling things well enough, anyway."
Rising from her patch of floor, the woman nodded. "I think I need to keep moving for now. If I let my brain catch up to my feet, I won't be able to stop thinking about what happened, and then I'd scream and most likely scare you away." Her smile tried to convey that she wasn't exactly serious about what she'd just told him, but at the very core of it, it was altogether true. There would be many nightmares tonight, if she could even get to sleep.