Great. Inside, with a closed door at her back, is an improvement to standing in the street wondering who's watching her. Once inside, she doesn't wait to answer him. Instead, Maureen hitches her rucksack a little higher on her back and follows his gesture in the direction of the kitchen. Apparently they're going to have this conversation on the move.

"If I was in the middle of some shenanigans and the HOA asked you a few questions,"—his word, not hers—"Wouldn't it be better not to know?"

She should probably just say, 'Me, what? No. I just need it to cook with and forgot to buy a roll the last time the entire neighborhood wasn't barricaded. Silly her.'

"If anyone asks just tell them I wanted it for lining windows if the power goes out again."