As Josh ran back around to climb up the ladder again, a familiar voice caught Maggie's ears and she pulled her gaze away to look over. The feelings that punched her in the gut when she saw Sam were familiar and confusing, but she'd been getting a lot of practice at shoving them down, so it was with a steady gaze that she moved to her feet as he approached and offered him a smile. Absently, she slid her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, a long time habit of hers, and her open jacket shifted slightly to show the red plaid flannel shirt she wore.
"Hey, Sam," she replied, with a quick glance at the slide as Josh went down again. After taking a second to confirm he made it in one piece, her gaze shifted back to Sam. "Heading over to the bar?" She wasn't due in for a couple hours herself, but she knew that he didn't always keep to a set shift - or he hadn't nearly four years earlier, when she'd worked with him before. It had made other things easy to arrange.