Abby makes a face without thinking (because that 'correct' word hits a little too close), and rubs at the back of her neck with her fingers, redistributing the warmth.

Well now she has to say yes. She was gonna say yes, but now she feels guilty and shitty on top of it, like she owes him.

"Yeah," she says. "I- yeah, okay. When are you heading out? Who else is coming?"