“Wait, what?” Maizie's eyes widened slightly at Day’s words and it felt, for a moment, like the floor had shifted, leaving her off-balance. Aunt Day was actually volunteering to take her outside, and to a bar? Seriously? She'd always assumed Day bought into the whole ‘Maizie-never-leaves-the-building’ plan that Dad had put into place from the beginning of the outbreak. And maybe she did, before, but had changed her mind now? Maybe -- whatever. It didn't matter. If there was an opportunity here, Maizie planned to grab it with both hands. She could worry about getting Savannah to sign on later. Even if it meant begging for forgiveness.
“If you're just trying make me fall all over myself backtracking on that little comment, I'll totally do it.” Maizie smiled, a genuine one this time, and spread her hands in a gesture of oh, well as she shrugged. “Anytime there's a chance of going somewhere, I want it. But I'm underage, so would they even let me in?”
It wasn't like they were going to grab a set of keys and head out right now, though, so Maizie was content to have a few of her questions about the bar answered. “Like this neutrality thing. How does that work? Are there really people from the Capitol bumping elbows with Ghouls and Hellhounds?” It was funny, in a sad kind of way, how the past couple of months had disillusioned her about Austin’s so-called government. Who could have guessed that she would have most trust in raiders than in the people who were supposed to be helping the city stay alive?