Abby swears and fumbles her mace, knocking the handle into the wall with a dull thunk. Straightening up she hisses, "I almost hit you."

It's the end of a long shift. She's been up here for hours; Forces has been spread thin across the Gallows and partly into Kirkwall, thanks to their recent disaster. Abby doesn't mind pulling her weight but guard duty is deeply fucking boring and officially her least favourite task. Grants so much time to stand around and think.

She squints at Ellie's shadow, only just visible where it hovers by the top of the stairs. "What are you doing up here?"

Ellie isn't taking her place for the rest of the night, is she? Abby's pretty much done her time.