Darling? He was young? Carlos looked at Mag in surprise. She didn't look much older-if at all-than he was. If his mother hadn't drilled into him the fact that you never ask a woman her age, he might have even asked about it.
"Well, you can make your own luck here," he said.
Not that this place was all that great, but she was free. That was something in and of itself. She could make her own choices, even if they were somewhat limited by the dangers outside the walls. Carlos was truly starting to see why she preferred this postapocalyptic world.