Abigail watched the spectacle with disillusionment. She shook her head. "N-nah. This ain't it. I ain't following a senior student with a short temper and no answers, and I'm 'specially not trustin' any weird wormholes he makes up. That's some devil-worship type shit right there." Tugging on her backpack straps, she turned to address Archer with a suitably politer tone. "It's mighty kind of you mister, but I don't think I want any dealin' with that kid over there, and if you're already signed up for his hijinks then I'm gonna have to decline. Y'all stay safe in your-...world savin' missions, I'm going home."

She nodded politely and left the motel, humming under her breath as she took the road southwest out of town.