Maggie didn't really care; it was Harvey, someone she actually gave a damn about and hadn't peaced out on her in one way or another. She'd tucked the bottle she had snagged on the way under her arm, her purse casually slung over her free side. It didn't take her long to reach his door; the hop (however the hell she'd gotten it) had placed her nearly on his doorstep. She gave him a blank look, then stepped closer to him.

"Still lookin' good, Harvey. It's been a while."