"Yeah," she says again, and this time her voice breaks ever so slightly on the low syllable. Suddenly her palms are busy ironing her knees, a grounding motion. She looks away from Ellie, over her desk, out the little window set into the wall of her room. She didn't say any of this to get sympathy, but it helps that she can tell Ellie is horrified. It did fuck Abby up, and there wasn't time to deal with that. She had to press on, but at least she's used to doing that. Right?

Eventually she clears her throat, and breathes again, and her hands slow down.

"Dickerson- told me that if I reported it to anybody, we'd be imprisoned." Obviously she's not going to do that, but- yeah. That's part of the story.