"Looking for a way to not be bored without getting roped into doing chores," Abigail responded, rubbing her nose on the base of her palm. "Preferably without getting in trouble again, and giving them arcade kids a wiiiide berth. They're creepy as." She regarded Zephyr lazily as he approached and tried to join in, only showing a bare modicum of interest when she found out he was able to do martial arts. As Angeline and Zephyr got along, Abigail was starkly reminded with how her age made her even more of an outsider. She didn’t take part in the lesson yet but sat against a wall and watched them, awkward yet inquisitive. “Is this, like, something you do for fun?” she asked Angeline as she watched the woman contort into what was - in her opinion - painful and unnatural positions.

“What’s it like being a ballerina?” She tucked her greasy hair back into her baseball cap, sprawling against the wall in her own yoga pose of sitting around doing sweet F-A. “You gotta train a lot? Are the guys hot? How do they even get into leotards?” she bombarded Angeline with questions, unaware of her rudeness. She may be an uncultured little shit, but she was a [i]curious[/i] uncultured little shit who was at least making an attempt to make friends in the face of life-changing uncertainty. At the very least, one could be thankful she hadn’t found a decent way to make fun of their poses yet.