( There's not much to say, is there? Tara nods, because she gets it. Or, she'd get it if this were actually Maggie, for now she's so busy convincing herself that it is Maggie that she isn't necessarily taking in all the clues. )

Yeah. Seriously, though, how over-priced food is almost makes me miss scavenging. I mean, easily, best thing about the end of the world? Nobody could judge you for being a shitty cook. Now living off instant ramen suddenly means I'm kinda failing hard at being an adult.

( Self mockery is always her way of trying to raise a smile, to get some moment of amusement. She's aware that might be a little unrealistic, all things considered. With how confusing a day Maggie must be having, though, she figures trying to make her laugh maybe isn't such a bad thing. )

Your file has info on a job they've assigned you, and stuff. You can get different work, just makes getting yourself set up a little easier, I guess.

( As they reach the top of the stairs to the apartment building, Tara pulls the door open and holds it for "Maggie." The potential chivalry is maybe just a little marred by how she's slouching against the door. )