Abby hadn't actually intended to break up the meeting with her comment about time wasting.  Rather, she had expected the people on the Walmart run to go, leaving the rest of them to decide how to manage their other projects.  Well, what was done was done.  Abby had opted for field work instead of a faculty position that would have forced her to teach specifically because she found people hard to predict and manage.

She returned briefly to her place at the table to to fetch her backpack, hefting it securely onto her shoulders.  She was going to have to secure a place for her things if she wanted to take part in anything useful.  Abby knew she couldn't face the Rabids effectively with a back pack on, but she was also loathe to leave her things where some looter could grab them.  She had plans to set up some kind of small laboratory eventually, and needed more security for that than her hammer - trusty though it was - could provide.

So, upon leaving the meeting, she headed straight for Stiles.  She wasn't completely sure who would be in charge there, but was certain that they would leave someone with passable english and some amount of authority.

She stopped a short distance outside of the building, showing her hands so that anyone watching her would see she was unarmed.  Well, she wasn't unarmed, that would be stupid, but at least they would be able to see that she wasn't actively brandishing a blunt instrument at them.

"Hello!"  She yelled, "Konichiwa!"  She didn't actually speak Japanese, but she was pretty sure that was 'hello.'  "Anyone hone?"  She wasn't sure if she should knock or not; she didn't want to offend any heavily-armed UN sanctioned ninjas or whatever.