"Yeah," Abby says, clipped, the taste of dread in her mouth, "It's bigger than that." Stronger. Hardier. Ellis' grip on the gun is reassuringly steady when she focuses up on him once more.

"I'll tell everybody," is mentioned for his reassurance, "There'll be a- briefing." A warning. Something... "And we'll only take the people who want to go. I need to make a plan."

She's tight, and anxious.