Abby takes a seat. There's a dark brown wool cap on her head that covers her ears, leaving her braid to trail out the bottom of it, marking out the length of her spine. She's glad to have it. There's some wind chill today, and cold air makes her ears hurt after a while.

She scuffs at the courtyard with her boot, dull earth breaking up underneath of it. "Came down to talk to you, didn't I? What's going on?"