Probably a good idea, keeping away from the mushier, nuttier foods. Maggie watches idly from where she's hoisted herself up on a counter top, taking the occasional thoughtful bite of sandwich. Most of what's available in the kitchen is pre-packaged--the usual kind of survival food--but some of it's fresh. The tomatoes are damned good after a few years eating them out of jars and cans.

"It's called abruptio placentae," she says around a mouthful of sandwich. "Means everything keeping the baby in place got separated from me."

It's nothing she'd heard of before this. Her experiences with human pregnancy mostly culminated in avoiding it or watching other people go through it, and aside from Lori, they were pretty problem-free. With farm animals, it was plenty of the same. Daryl, though, she has the feeling he's going to have even less experience with the technical details, for all he has experience with animals as well. "Wasn't as bad as it could've been, though. As long as I don't go looking for a fight, the baby's going to be okay."

It was the Saviors' outpost that did it, as far as any of them can tell--Michelle's knife, any of those blows, there were plenty of options--and that means, as antsy as she might get back here, she's staying up here in Hilltop.