The girls being polite and she knows there's nothing really that great about meeting her, especially under these circumstances, "You don't have to bullshit me...ever. Okay? I wish I coulda met ya some other way, some better way. I'm sorry you're goin' through this, darlin', but for what it's worth he's a tough guy. He might make it."
She doesn't mince the truth.. The hellhound can't pretend it isn't dire because even if he makes it through the injuries - which he will - he might turn. There's a real possibility that's the case.
It's an awkward situation. Teagan's trying to smooth it over but there's just nothing nice about why Maizie Lou is making a visit.
"What do you think about this place?" she asks, looking over her shoulder at what could only be described as a shamblers paradise. It's patched together but for what it's worth, there's room. People have their own spaces. People are laughing even, kids are running. There are even dogs and cats.
"I am." she taps the patch on her leather cut, the one that spells out that indeed she is a patched member and not only that, one of the officers. Though, Treasurer, probably doesn't sound very intimidating to a seventeen year old.