Aw, hell. Abby's attention jumps back to her instantly the moment she says it, and like that, trying so hard to be casual. She can't help but notice Ellie has turned pink. How could she possibly feel more awkward and on edge listening to Ellie get flustered while bringing up her roommate than she did asking her about Nora?

She doesn't say anything. Her arms have migrated back to her chest, crossed over each other. Her mouth has dropped into that usual frown, but she's not annoyed or anything. Default expression.

Ellie's right, anyways. They need to decide on what they're gonna... say. To other people. Before they all get caught up in the middle of this shit.

Huh, she's just thought of something.

"... Do most people even know we talk? Or do they still think we hate each other." You know, after the cunt incident.