Maggie frowned as she searched the stone. All of it was clean cut and smooth. No good handholds. Her best option she thought would be to get a good grappling hook and hope it would stick. Not that she had such gear with her at the moment. Then someone spoke at her and she looked around curiously to see a boy about her age was addressing her. She smiled and looked down the couple feet to the ground. It wasn't like she was that high up. She was only on the lower stone walls that went almost fully around the fountain. She seated herself so she was a little under head level for the boy and smiled. "I like being up high. The air feels nicer up here. I like the breeze too. Besides I'm not much higher up than you right now."

She looked over her shoulder at the arched wall behind her and pointed before turning to face him. "I don't have what I need to get up there. TheradiotowerIclimbed two years ago was easier than this." She was fairly excited. She then pointed at the large building of Beacon. "That'll be fun to be in. I bet the balconies are really nice."

She saw movement over his shoulder that distracted her and she stood back up. Some people had drawn weapons near the vending machines. It seemed like there was something like a disagreement of some sort come to a violent end. She pointed over towards them. "I wonder who started that." Part of her wanted to mention about how being up higher put her in a better point of view, but didn't want to be overly prideful about it.

She walked around the wall until she made it to the vending machines curiosity taking over. She hopped up on one of the vending machines and knelt down so she could get into a seated position. Her legs hung down over the front of the machine and the back of her left foot pressed some of the buttons with a clicking sound. The red display read, "Please insert $1.50."

She found a quarter on the top of the machine and picked it up with a smile and began to fiddle with it as she looked at the parties involved in the conflict. Both of them looked pretty tough, and she couldn't assess who started what. "What's goin' on here? Seems a little silly to start a fight on the first day, much less hour."