Julie gets it. There's a lot to sulk about. But she's also a survivor of the literal apocalypse, and she knows that sulking doesn't help you survive. When you're at point where everything in your world has just changed, the only thing to do is keep marching forward. Pity parties don't help you walk fifteen hundred miles.

She looks over at Abby when she approaches, and there's a hint of approval in her eyes. It's not that she expects Abby to feel comfortable or good about it all, because of course it feels wrong and weird to so suddenly be forced into something so far from familiar. It happened to Julie too, in both Thorne and the Cities. Medieval style was way worse than the weird melting pot fashion they have in Cadens.

"It's okay," Julie tells her, handing her the shopping bag. "This whole thing is a shitshow, I get it. Trust me, if anyone gets it, it's me. But you're gonna be fine. You just gotta find your place."

She opens the door for Abby with another soft tinkle of the bell, and begins to head down the street. "When I first got here, I had other people from my world to help me. And it was still hard. After I set you up with Mag, if you want me to leave you alone, I will. I'm not tryin' to bother you. But I've been alone, too. Really alone. And I just don't think you should have to try and adjust on your own if you don't want."