"A lot of what I do is more destructive, but there's not a lot else you can do to tee-shirts. I can sew, I'm not great, but my friend Max has always been extra in ways that usually require help." Talking about Max made her reach for her pocket, and the cell phone that isn't there. She just tugged on the edge of the pants pocket like that's what she meant for. She'd have to get used to that feeling, that hole in her life.

She pushed that feeling to the side, the pat on her shoulder helped a little. She had to take in everything else that was going on, she followed in Julie's wake, "Magic and robots? There have got to be some nerds mad about that."

The word 'fitting' finally flitters from the back of her mind into Abby's focus, "She's gonna- like, size all this shit just to fit me?" There's a definite edge of unease to her voice at this. Fingers twisting the fabric of her pants at the waist again at the idea.