"I know I can hit you," Abby says, shrugging. Is this what they do now? Come and see what the other is up to? She doesn't... hate it, actually. Especially when Clarisse is out of the Gallows and she's barely spoken with anyone else today.

"You're in luck." She's coming over to her, strapping her mace back into its holster. Noting that odd, shadowy look about her, the stars reflected in her eyes. It's starting to get warmer out at night, not enough to be comfortable in anything without sleeves, but enough that she doesn't have to layer up, maybe wear a hat. It's good. "Just finished my shift. I need food."