Maggie looks up from where she stood idly patting the scruff of Scruff's neck on the docks. "Oh? Uh sure!" She spends a few moments facing the apparently-not-abandoned wharf, trying to find the source of the call. She takes a few steps forward, perhaps naively placing herself and Scruff at the head of the group, nearest the speaker.
As she does, she waves generally towards the buildings, in a friendly, welcoming manner. "Goldhammer's crew are surely gonna be the most honorable ones," she mutters under her breath. "Come on out!" she calls, much louder. "We'll talk with ya!"