Maeve nods and says nothing at first, instead trying on a button down flannel over the shirt she's wearing now. It fits well, especially if she ties it off at the front, and she drapes it over her arm with the other things she's grabbed.

Right now, she's got no interest in a boyfriend of any sort. Not after everything.

"My last boyfriend was pretty straight laced, too," she says. "Athlete, smart, going places. Not really the sort of boy who dates a girl like me."