"Yeah," Abby admits, "I get it. I was pretty pissed off when I first got here. Kept trying to figure out how to get back." And then she didn't want to take no for an answer, and then she sulked around complaining about how unfair it all was. She grimaces in memory of it.

She doesn't have much else to say about the state of the Gallows themselves, not when they're leagues better than anything she had at home, bar the lack of electricity. Honestly, she can't be bothered getting into it right off the bat. Let somebody have a totally normal opinion of her for a while before she drops the whole so-I-came-here-from-an-apocalypse reveal.

"... Would you actually consider chopping off your hand?"

Snort. "Dude."