Abigail lay quite still and listened to the voices of the other people, her forearm still covering her face as she breathed deeply. It was only when she heard footsteps approach and felt something nudge her in the ribs that she removed her forearm and found herself staring up the nostrils of a man she'd never seen before. She blinked a few times. "Yo, wake up," he said to her as she sat up and looked around the building with a grimace. Her gaze slipped from person to person with growing bewilderment as she stood, stumbling a little to collect her balance, and dusted off her jacket. Instead of sticking around to make conversation Abigail hurried for the exit and stepped out, crossing the threshold to try and seek out a path or a road to follow.