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[color=8dc73f]"I'm sorry, you are...?"[/color] Abigail said rather quizzically, but with a falsified tone of interest in her voice. She knew what he was trying to reference, but she couldn't really get the joke. It'd had been some time since she saw that movie, so that was probably why she didn't really care about it in reality. Either that, or the loud talking from that other girl was the reason why. Probably that.

[i][color=8dc73f]"... when the hell is this starting up? I've gotta go back to my work,"[/color][/i] Abigail wondered. She needed to get back to her lab so she could continue working on her goal. This was merely a way for her to fund that goal, and then some. The factory did botanic stuff, floral arrangements, funerals, you name it, but there was always the big money that was sought after. Sure, it was blood money, but that was still valid in the eyes of Abigail. 

Abigail pulled the bottle of unnamed chemicals out of her bag again, pouring it freshly into the cup along with some vodka, before she took another sip of her drink. The chemical smell was really something now.

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