A hand went to her hip. Utter indifference to the threat. "Call." She offered. She didn't even know what the number meant. By no means would she mention that though. Really what would calling a number do for the girl anyway? "I could leave you alone," She offered, and lifted her other hand, tapping a manicured nail against her lips, " and perhaps I will, my insight might be more to your advantage than mine, after all." Might. Not likely although it would be useful to the girl, and her hand dropped again, the motion settling a cool veil around them leaving them in what almost appeared to be natural shadow. That magic, the girl could likely feel. Even as they spoke people started to ignore them again, fortunately it wasn't something Abby couldn't just walk out of.

"Make your decision, child. Do you still not know of what I speak? Or would you like to find somewhere you are comfortable and have a discussion on books and interesting things we find inside them?" Her head tilted a little. "No strings attached." That was the phrase, right? She was interesting. It didn't mean Mab wouldn't keep an eye on her if she refused but Mab was not going to beg the girl for an audience. She had more important things to do.