Abby mulls this over for a moment, glancing down at her weapon, where her hands fit side by side on the grip. She thinks of how Laura received her, answered the questions that she had one by one, and gave her something else to grip tight to keep from falling in over her head. It was helpful. She's grateful to have had that.

She could provide that to somebody else.

"Okay," she says. Shrugs a shoulder. "I'll get in touch."

And then, because she needs to know the answer to this, "Why am I only finding out about this now? Somebody higher up have a guilty conscience?"