"Find my place?" There's a soft scoff after the words, she didn't have her place at home. Well, she had her people. But she still felt fairly out of place outside of them. And even with them, after everything that happened she felt like a fourth wheel at times. So finding a place to belong here sounded fake, but if she managed it.

Maybe it'd be nice.

There are a number of reasons Abby wouldn't take up the offer of 'leave her alone forever.' Most of them are practical measures of Abby knowing, on her own, she's fucking screwed. She has no skills, no friends, and most of her lifestyle at home was being the daughter of two doctors. Who had enough money to afford the small town she lived in, the nice school, and the chaos M.A.N.G. got up to without repercussions.

She glanced down at the bag of new clothes she didn't like, and couldn't afford. Her eyes drifted to some weird animals she couldn't name and freaked her out. There was magic, and bullshit military guys. And- this was way too much for her.

Not that Abby wanted to admit all of that shit out loud, "You're the only weed dealer in Cadens. And- um, I know I can't really manage on my own. Not really."