She is not above chuckling when Ellie says the word 'ass'. Yeah, that's one way to look at it. The last bottle goes into her bag, and a little rattle of the barrel produces only the gentle clink clink of glass shards, instead of anything else heavy rolling about inside. Good to go.

Ellie speaks suddenly over the slow pull of a zip, and Abby breathes out, stares at a little hole in the canvas of the pack, rubbing it with her thumb in lieu of looking up.

"Thanks," she grunts. It's... actually a big relief to hear that? Not a lot of people understand what she's like when heights get involved, and she's loathing the idea of them finding out. At least Ellie gets it. Will keep an eye on her. "Appreciate it."

For now though... "Let's keep moving."

There's gotta be more stuff up here. And they probably shouldn't stop in one place for too long anyway, Seraphites are using the bridges 'all the time' according to Lev.