Mag slipped her hand into one of the side pockets of her coat, slipping out the scrap of photograph that Maurice had given her, showing it to Carlos. "Look, this is an old photograph, but here is Maurice and Rosie, his wife." She said, fingers of her free hand brushing over the scrap of picture fondly. She had grown to adore the old man and his stories of life as he remembered it. "I haven't seen Maurice in a while. I hope he is alright."
She tucked the picture back into her pocket, to keep it safe, nodding at Carlos, "Sometimes if this is no light, you have to figure out how to make your own and then share it with the ones that need it. I just want to help as much as I can. It's all I have to give." She said, picking up the mug of whatever it was they drank here, taking a small sip. She made a face at the taste, but swallowed the sip in her mouth, looking down into the mug itself at the liquid inside. "My goodness. You could lubricate the motor of a car with this stuff and it would probably run well for the rest of its days." She commented, then laughed, taking another sip. She looked at Carlos from over the rim of her cup, studying him for a moment. He still seemed oddly different to her, but that was good. People changed for the better sometimes and she was glad for it.