Norrell's mind is still on the woman screaming on him outside, still nervous, heart racing as he thinks on her. On what she might mean, who she might be, what she might do.

So it is that as Abigail seeming melts out of the shadows into step with him and speaks Norrell startles badly -- regards her with wide eyes as if she is an apparition come to get him. Which, at this point, he could very well believe.

Her words take a moment to filter through to him, yet even then he remains wary -- raised hand lowering slightly but mistrust still lit in his eyes.

"Was she yours?" he prompts, seemingly out of the blue, but his eyes dart back outside. "A threat?"

Which would be at odds with a good will gesture, but Norrell sees assassins in every corner. He is slow to trust any little thing.