"I haven't been timing myself," she says, a little dryly, "but I'm not slow."

The wheels are turning in his head, Maggie can see that much. Deciding whether she'll be a hazard or not, is her guess. Whether she can outrun a boar, if push comes to shove, and frankly, she has no idea. At this point, she's built for endurance; they all are, she suspects. "How about you?"