Maggie narrowed her eyes at Merle, and decided it best to stop trying to hit him. It didn't seem to do any good, except for getting any aggravation out of her system. But she'd have to be hitting him for a good, long while to get all the aggravation out of her system.
"...who wouldn't enjoy hitting you, Merle?" Then she growled softly at Merle's arm around her shoulder, and she attempted to pull away from him. Where was Glenn when she needed him? Or even Daryl. She pushed Merle off of her, and headed toward the animal shelter once more.
"If you insist on joining me to the animal shelter, behave yourself." She then made a face at the idea of getting into Merle's pants. "I think I vomited a little in my mouth."