Before responding, she looked up at the second floor, which was higher than a lot of second floors.  Then she looked around, noting the lack of things with comparable height to the prison's second floor.  "Of course."  The red headed woman shook her head and let out a low sigh.  "He had to be on the second floor.  Why not?  It would be a shame if he wasn't and things weren't complicated any more than they needed to be."  The frown already on her face deepened so it was just about a stone's throw away from touching her chin.  "Okay, we'll have to go a different way then."  She raised her hands over her mouth, as a sort of microphone, and called out instructions, telling the kid not to leave, regardless of what happens, especially if he thinks its something that'll affect his pride.  There was a short pause, and then the redhead said "Especially if its something your sure will effect your pride.  Stay there, damn it.  If you get moved, I'm not coming after you!"

Without waiting for a reply Abigail turned and raced across to the end of the building, and turned a corner.  She stopped just in time, as another second worth of running and she would've went head first into one of the two marine sentries, going on their marine way, talking their tough guy, it would've been easier and quicker if I'd been the one fighting, talk.  "Hey!"  The first one said, pulling out his sword.  "What do you think your doing here, running around like that."  The second one did the same, and nodded, agreeing that the first one's question was the fine way it was worded and he didn't need to add anything to it.

"Okay then, we'll do things this way."  Abigail said, popping her knuckles.  "I'm here to drink beer and beat a couple of marine's to bloody pulps, and I'm all out of beer.  "