Abby wasn't sure if the sarcasm got lost in translation, or if she was just too used to her friends knowing when she was sarcastic. Didn't seem like a good time to push that to the front. She'll just weakly smile at the idea that 'mild concern of being eaten' is apparently a warmer welcome than home.

"Nothing, really, that times are important, and I'd be expected to help." The entire concept of Abby being able to help was laughable. She was, at best, making it look like she had herself together. All of her strength came from her friends, who she hadn't found. Without them, or her parents' resources, what was she? "Unless they need someone to make some heroic glitter banners. And you'd think with all the restless military crap, they'd be putting diplomacy into action."