Some part of Abby knew she wouldn't always M.A.N.G. as the center of her life. However she was very good at ignoring it, because right now she needed those three. And she just got them back after losing them, and she wasn't ready to be without them yet.

So the option of 'a new free life' didn't feel worth it, not right now. "Freedom, yeah, sure. Coolcoolcool."

Abby is just going to run with not being confronted, that matters more than not being believed. Abby's issues are her's, and she'll share them when she's ready. Or never.

At the offer of a hand she just shakes her head, "Just business, right? I'll be fine. Letting someone measure and number me like meat. Funfunfun."

She'll just get this over with, stand there and try to not fidget too much. She just- needs a distraction. "Any other weird to get used to. Drinking age? Obscure eupheemisms? Ways guys proposition girls since I'm guessing 'get a coffee' and 'watch netflix' aren't things?"