Abigail pushed her way through the crowd, or at least that's how the whole, going through the bunch of people who stood too closer together started, but as she made her way inwards, and people got a look at her eyes, and noticed how her body posture lacked even the slightest bit of insecurity, they all started to part.  By the time she got to the end, the inner circle, the place where all the eyes were aimed at a single spot, there was basically a red carpet rolled out for her.   

At the start of the journey toward's the group's nucleus people were chanting, and making merry, but that changed when she stepped closer to the stage.  Two men were fighting, or at least things had started out as some kind of browl, but it went south faster than a bullet went through a human's skull, the regular kind, not the ones with any of those fancy abilities that came with a lucky break.  It didn't look good.  A young man, probably some fool who'd gotten lucky a few times down the road, was out, and out cold.  He'd gotten himself into a fight with a much larger man, who was complaining about being too soft and how he was going to get it in three days time.  

Abigail's first impulse was to step forward, and do something about the circumstances.  After all, the victor was a marine, and she didn't like the thought of marines winning, but things could get bad, fast, especially if reinforcements were called.  Sometimes it was best to let things go, and get the son of a gun somewhere down the road, when it was just him, and the kind of ego that thought someone a lot smaller couldn't possibly snap him in half like a dried twig.  It was hard to fight the smirk that wormed its way onto her face, so she gave up and let it show.  

"Hey."  She said softly to a nearby man, one with a red face.  "What happened?"  Despite the lack of volume she was using, her voice sailed true like an arrow aimed at his ear.  "What happened here?  Whose the kid on the ground?"