Maggie laughs. It's a sound still choked by food and sadness, but it's there, something warmer than she might've expected, talking to Daryl. Crossing her dangling ankles, she gives him a nod. On the list of stupid decisions she's made in her life, punching Gregory is low on the list. It wasn't smart, but she doesn't regret it any more than she regrets stealing an apple out of his hands.

But getting into the details of the tractor is probably better than returning to her endless disagreements with Hilltop's leader, especially in public. "The Saviors sent us a present a while ago, bunch of bonfires and a car blasting music. I was supposed to stay off my feet, so..."

She gestures vaguely with the remains of her sandwich. "The thing about tractors--you back one over a car, the car doesn't usually win. And you can do the whole thing sitting down."