As Antoine spoke, Abby's relaxed posture changed in response to the cryotech's obvious and growing agitation and nervousness. She sat up easily on the edge of the bed now, the ocelot sleeping beside her ignored almost entirely as she pulled her legs closer, ankles crossed as she leaned over. Almost nonchalantly, her hand slipped into the cargo pants pocket, removing the stylus and making swift notes on the surface pad of all she would double check later.

Terminal log-ins and rationales, a change in the log out timing, time stamps and file review backups... Where had it all gone? Abby flat out refused to believe her predecessor could have possibly done such a shoddy job, to have simply "overlooked" all these possibilities. So why wasn't this in the report Lee left for her? Why wasn't any of this information mentioned anywhere, not even in Lee's briefing to her?

Questions without answers... Abby sighed softly, imperceptibly. She was actually getting rather used to the presence of those annoying buggers by now. Truth be told, she almost expected them really, like old and irritating acquaintances whose presence must be tolerated, but would never be enjoyed. 

And when Antoine started talking about hacking into administrative accounts, tricking terminals into "test-modes" and "mock" re-freezes, she truly regretted that Gavin had to leave for his emergency. Few could see straight through a person to their essence like Abby - almost nothing about the infuriating and endearing fickleness of human nature, for good or ill, got by her anymore. But there was something about the nature of the technical and the electronic that simply escaped her completely, and she took these notes down just as much to discuss with Gavin later, as she did for herself.

"No, no Antoine, that wasn't a lecture at all." Abby laughed gently, unconsciously doing what she had done most all her life: reading the subtle cues of body language and tone, and adjusting her reactions accordingly. Antoine wasn't under interrogation - not in the least - but it was obvious her presence and her questions agitated him. The man was shaking for heaven's sake with some unnamed emotion, though whether it be fear of scrutiny or outrage at what happened, or even the misplaced shame of belonging to the very class of people that a murderer/rapist came from, she could not have said.

But whatever that emotion might be though, it wasn't guilt. She sensed intuitively that Antoine had tried to give her as full an explanation as he possibly could, and that was enough. Abby stood to her feet, not offering Antoine a hand to shake, but simply resting one easily on his shoulder, a warm smile for him. 

"And I do thank you for 'dumbing it down' for me on the explanation side. Yes, those notes I was taking were as much for Dr. Brock as myself." She chuckled softly, letting her arm fall back to her side as she chewed over the information in her own mind, a dog at her bone. The analogy of a cat rolling in catnip - particularly given the company - tried to worm its way into her thoughts but honestly, it really just didn't work.

Abby moved easily the yard or two necessary to release the door latch, waiting for it to slide effortlessly back with that familiar hydraulic hiss. "As Dr. Brock's already said - so sorry about the nap there, but I'll let you right back to it. And if there's anything else you can think of?" Her smile turned wide and friendly, as at ease as ever. "You know how to find me."