"I didn't even bother trying to block it, just turned my head a little,
because he still had the gun at the time. I was a little preoccupied
making sure he didn't get me with that instead." Priorities.
Maggie's always been good at prioritizing. She saw the punch coming, but
as long as she didn't infect Roman or get herself shot, she'd accomplished
her objective.
"Level headed priorities, considerin'. If I'm honest with ya, I'm not entirely sure how he got it outta my holster, but it can't have been without a little scrap of some kind." He takes a deep breath then, chin ducking a little as he starts again.
"My firearms, especially my service piece, aren't so easily taken from me.. Or maybe I'm just a really bad stoner and there's a good reason I've stayed away from all that shit over my life. But it's still my gun, and I apologize on his behalf, and my own, that you were put into that situation in the first place."
"You don't owe me an apology. You weren't in your right mind, he
wasn't in his right mind, I'm not holding it against either of you." She
doesn't plan on making an issue of it, but... "If I were going to call any
warden to task over this, it would be Petronilla's."
He grunts softly with a tense of his jaw, eyes wandering towards the door like he had half the idea of going to find that out himself directly, but Maggie's food was already filling the apartment with a good smell that his overly hungry gut couldn't ignore.
"Somethin' else to chase down later then. I know that Rome, Flint and I weren't the only ones she got. Might as well leave that to stew a little, let it all bite her in the ass more naturally instead of drawin' her attention and proddin' her towards showin' her ass more."
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"I didn't even bother trying to block it, just turned my head a little, because he still had the gun at the time. I was a little preoccupied making sure he didn't get me with that instead." Priorities. Maggie's always been good at prioritizing. She saw the punch coming, but as long as she didn't infect Roman or get herself shot, she'd accomplished her objective.
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"My firearms, especially my service piece, aren't so easily taken from me.. Or maybe I'm just a really bad stoner and there's a good reason I've stayed away from all that shit over my life. But it's still my gun, and I apologize on his behalf, and my own, that you were put into that situation in the first place."
It was his mistake, no matter the circumstances.
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"You don't owe me an apology. You weren't in your right mind, he wasn't in his right mind, I'm not holding it against either of you." She doesn't plan on making an issue of it, but... "If I were going to call any warden to task over this, it would be Petronilla's."
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"Who is her warden, anyway? Has - You know if anythin's happened to her? Anything for all the hell she caused?"
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"Edward Teach, I think. I've never spoken to him, and I have no idea what consequences she faced." So she can't be much help there.
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"Somethin' else to chase down later then. I know that Rome, Flint and I weren't the only ones she got. Might as well leave that to stew a little, let it all bite her in the ass more naturally instead of drawin' her attention and proddin' her towards showin' her ass more."