Abby knows that look — just because you grow up in a world that's already overrun doesn't mean you're fine with that. Most people aren't and do exactly what Astrid is doing now when they know they're about to walk into a building they're not familiar with: stand and delay, make awkward conversation. She's got one ear on the conversation they're about to have and the other ear on the building across the road, the one with stairs that lead down to 'zombies', bodies that move. It's not that Abby wants to go down there herself more that she knows she can and somebody has to.

"It's gonna look gross," she says. Trying to take the sting out of the reveal. Her gaze turns to the building. "Old and falling apart, and angry."