It works. Abby looks up at her, arms tight around her own body. Underneath of her feet the lift shivers and jolts as it takes them up and up and up. The wind is colder up here, and louder.

Closing her eyes in a tight blink, she exhales, rough. Hums.

"Sure." It's not that she doesn't believe her, just that she'd rather Ellie keep talking than doing pauses for effect or whatever the fuck, "What happened in the mall?"