"People," Abigail mutters under her breath as she dodges the same buggy. She may or may not have shot a sympathetic glance at the other man who'd avoided it. There's a bit of a sigh as she steps aside.

Finding gifts was hard enough. She had no idea what most of her coven would like, and they're just about all the family she has. Really, it surprises her at times to realise she even has a family of any kind.

"It's a madhouse."