Abigail sat and stared at Ellen as she spoke, her expression set somewhere between incredulity, exasperation and resentment. As she went on about her lavish lifestyle and then swapped to her dead twin the girl lost herself in her own thoughts once more, chewing on a fingernail with her brows furrowed in consternation. She looked like she had one foot in a completely different world, balancing between what was going on around her and whatever noisy rubbish was clattering around the excess of her skull. Her gaze was set on the speaker of the time (this time zephyr, eyes squinted and curious) but she often lost focus and swam back into the conversation at random intervals. She fidgeted - a lot. 

Talk of dead and estranged family members made Abigail rummage around in the recesses of her mind to figure out why there was a distinct indifference towards her grandparents. She couldn't quite place her finger on it until Cassar brought out the biscuit tin and started asking about their Awakenings. Now she was struck with a dilemma; these biscuits were an incentive to get people to open up. Abigail hadn't had a biscuit for a long time. Abigail knew she wouldn't get a biscuit without judgement - unless, of course, she participated in the conversation. However... whenever Abigail blinked, shut her eyes even for a moment, she lapsed back into her corner of the RV - the shrieking, the smell of burnt plastic, the sharp pain on impact as a hardcover Bible slammed corner first into her temple and the subsequent recoil into the metal frame holding the window...that ungodly purple light and heat and the peeling of her bubbling flesh, and the hollow chill of the footsteps out back as Pops went for the hunting rifle.

But that wasn't what came out of Abigail's mouth. She shot Ellen a wary look. She didn't know how long she'd be stuck in this repurposed office, but she had a better idea of what people wanted to hear and acted accordingly to avoid another interrogation. "Mine was smooth sailing," Abigail responded, already closing the gap to swipe a biscuit before scuttling away to the back of the room. "Brooks did most of the legwork. Had candy and water bottles in the car for me, the whole thing was planned out. We had a little trouble with the police but I just sat in the trunk and let Billy and Brooks deal with it." She scarfed down the biscuit, content with her answer. It wasn't lying if she just omitted some parts out of her story, right?