For a moment, when he stops her and holds up the card, there is simple panic in Abigail's eyes. Confronted by the Night Council or Redbright herself, she might have been able to mask it a bit. But in the middle of the day, out and about what she's disguised as errands, it catches her off-guard. Especially knowing what Derek is.

Because there's no lying to a werewolf. If their senses are half as keen as she's been led to believe, her scent is all over the card. From printing them to carrying them to distributing them. Which means a denial is stupid.

So, she takes the card and slips it into her pocket.

"No one else seems to be doing anything." Like that explains everything. Or anything. It's insane, she knows that, but it's all she has. She can't be public about it. All that would do is shove her out of Barnet or worse.