"Don't put your thumb on the inside of your fist when you punch someone," Maizie replied, an apologetic half-smile curving up her mouth. "That pretty much sums up everything I know."
It probably seems really weird to Teagan that Maizie was so ignorant of something she'd spent her life doing. Even as a kid, all but taking care of herself at times, Maizie had never really been in a situation where she'd needed that extra layer of self-protection. And certainly she hadn't since then, not even with the zombies running around.
At least she could nod for the second one. "With my Dad. He wanted me to understand how they work." She coughed, looking down at where her hands twisted around the water bottle. "I dunno how much of it I'd be able to remember in a pinch, though."
God but it was embarrassing to reveal how sheltered she was. Maizie could feel her cheeks burning, but she still looked back up at Teagan.
"I can learn, though. I should learn. Once we know how this'll all turn out, maybe I can convince Aunt Day" -- or, better, Dad-- "to teach me."