From what she's heard about the posh digs at the Capitol her little trailer might as well be a tent, but it's HER trailer. Everything in here she's worked for, fought for...killed for. This is her stake in the world and she's sharing it with the teenager. Even if it's for a little while.
The cupboards are being opened and foraged through but all she manages to pull down are bottles of booze and a bag of navy beans. None of which seems particularly appropriate - well...maybe the booze. She looks between the girl and the bottles and then back again and decides that Maizie's people probably aren't like her people and the last thing she wants to do is marr any trust building before it even gets started.
She pours herself a drink instead and grabs another water for Maizie, even if she hasn't finished the other. Then moves to sit on the other side of the table, sliding in across from the girl.
A nod first and then a thoughtful reply, "Yes. I did. I'm a good fighter." because she's still fighting every god damn day. "You ever get in a tussle with anyone out there? Do any fightin' of your own?" a question she hopes steers Maizie away from whatever distress is flickering in her expression.