"Yeah," Abby mutters, "Well. I'm good at not saying no." Such a bitter thing. Her mouth works around the words, expression shuttering, "Used to do whatever I was asked to. Guess that hasn't changed all that much."

Change only ever comes about with work anyway, and Abby hasn't been putting in any of that, so. The only thing that's different is the location and that happened by force; she'll still fire in whichever direction she's aimed. Something she doesn't like about herself, around about the middle of the list.

She doesn't want to stand here and talk about that, though. She'd rather leave and seek a distraction.

"Are you retiring for the evening?" Seeking an out for herself, unsubtly.