"You can huff, but you'd be surprised." Julie's eyebrows arch as they walk down the street. "I never had a place back in my world. I mean, I had a home, I had a family, but I didn't really belong. Didn't know what I wanted outta life. I always felt like there was somethin' missin'. I thought I found my place, once, but that didn't work out. And then I was here."

And there is so much in Abraxas for her that she never could have had at home. Her magic, the Horizon, the Singularity. These were the missing pieces, the pieces that she should have had from birth. And when she looks around at her friends, she sees much of the same. People freed from the shackles and constraints and baggage of their homes, now able to pursue paths that had been long closed off to them. It was a clean start that even the apocalypse couldn't offer.

With a dry chuckle, she tosses her head back dramatically for a moment. "Ugh. Don't call me a dealer, jesus. That sounds so skeezy. I prefer... botanical sales representative. Make it sound classy. 'Sides, it is a legit business. My best friend runs an apothecary in her clinic. You'll meet her."

And that seems to be that. Abby is adopted, metaphorically.