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Abigail walked over to the table with the assassin leaders, sipping again from her chemically infused drink and grunting yet again. She was definitely drinking some crazy strong stuff, that was certain. Sitting next to Baigo wouldn't actually be a great idea, considering his past and how he was a farmer. He'd have to have experienced the smell of Miracle-Gro at least once in his life. Maybe not Miracle-Gro but maybe pesticide. They smelled similar at least.

The serious mood was interrupted, however, by the cocaine-crazy maniac leaping through the window and shattering glass all over the ground. That. Was. [i]Hilarious.[/i] Ok, this might've been the vodka talking, but the sudden and random appearance of this man just tickled Abigail super hard. She couldn't help but chuckle a few good times before sipping her drink again, trying to suppress her emotions with another grunt. Then she didn't grunt. Perfectly timed mess up.

[color=8dc73f]"I-I'm sorry... I get emotional when I drink..."[/color] she felt the need to apologize for her behavior then she hushed and waited for the agents to address her.