[ she isn't very hungry and the idea of eating makes her chest feel tight, but she doesn't want to go any place called a safehouse right now and the bar feels like her only option. her fingers tangle together in front of her, knuckles turning white with how tightly she twists them, a nervous habit.
after a protracted silence, abigail's head jerks in a nod. ]
Alright.
[ alright she will go inside, fulfill that part of the orders too, however reluctantly. then she will be free of the original compulsion, maybe that will make her feel somewhat better, somewhat more herself. ]
no subject
after a protracted silence, abigail's head jerks in a nod. ]
Alright.
[ alright she will go inside, fulfill that part of the orders too, however reluctantly. then she will be free of the original compulsion, maybe that will make her feel somewhat better, somewhat more herself. ]