Abby's eyes track that half-movement, catching it for what it might have been, and it calls to mind something that Dickerson said to her in that moment. Shucking her sleeve back down with careful motions, she thinks to glance back over her shoulder at Ellie's desk, and the sketch of the ship that spans it.

Hmm...

Without asking, she lifts the corner to check underneath of it for anything else. Don't mind her. "Yeah, I think if it were ever something demony, you'd hear about it long before I could mention it."