"What?  Why?  What did we do?"  Small pause.  Abigail's eyes narrowed into two tiny slits towards the man.  "There shouldn't be any berries for me at all.  Period."  She watched the man, hand on her sword.  It was hard to tell if she should draw it or not.  Was he a threat?  She was sure of it.  Was he going to attack her?  If she tried striking first she had little doubt.  Would he attack her anyways?  That was where her problems lay.  She just couldn't tell.    "Personally I had nothing against the marines, but they struck first and when they did several of my..."  She paused, because as far as social circumstances went she never liked exaggerating a closeness.  "Working colleagues were killed.  We just followed the marine's own rule and dealt them some absolute justice.  If anything they should be sending us flowers for stopping Yami and his crew's corruption."

"Pure heart?"  She looked around to see if there was anyone behind her.  "Who?  Zypha?  Are we going to get off the hook because of Zypha, because I don't have any problems with that."  It was tempting to nod enthusiastically at the idea, but a little voice in Abigail's head told her not to, and who was she to argue with that.