Abigail wasn't big on people.  It wasn't that she had anything against them, or even wished them the slightest bit of ill.  It was just she couldn't handle crowds or getting to know new individuals on a reoccurring basis.  Even so the tiny island, with its kind individuals had grown on her.  Not that she wanted to stay any longer than was absolutely necessary. 

While her lone partner talked to the group as they were getting to leave, Abigail did her best not to glare impatiently at the woman.  Zypha was much more of a social butterfly than herself, which could cause some annoyance later on, but that didn't do anything to diminish the woman in her eyes.  Aside from having a lovely figure her only crew mate was a fighter she was happy to have on her side.  So while she spoke, Abigail lit a fat cigar and crossed her hands over her chest while she waited for the goodbye speech to settle down.    

She blinked when her name was mentioned and looked around.  It took a few seconds for her to register what Zypha had told her.  "Oh.  Yes, sure."  She moved over to the older man and took the log post.  With a nod, and nearly silent "Thank you." She stood back and waited while Zypha finished up.  

When Zypha called, Abigail nodded.  "It's about time."  Still, she smiled and gave the village a brief wave.