As much as the robots doing the measuring should be reassuring, Abby's hands twist on the fabric of her pants while the robots measure her. With that becoming just balling her hands into fists when reminded to have her arms out.

At least while the robots measure her legs. Once they move to her arms, abdomen, and chest she seems to relax quite noticeably.

"That takes a lot of the fun out of drinking." Oh, she still planned on drinking, and weed. But without her friends, and without the act being to spite authority she was left with forgetting her situation.

And that's just fucking depressing.

This felt very much like what Ginny said talking to her mom was like, actual answers. Useful answers, nothing like the platitudes and couched language her own mother gave her. "So... Not in Kansas anymore. And if men get the chance to brag about plowing a Summoned they will. Being wanted will at least be new."

Abby's been avoiding looking at herself in the mirror, she'll look at the robots flying around. And occasionally use the mirror to look at either the seamstresss or Julie. "Any opinions on how we get home or is that a thing that nobody's got a lead on?"