She's holding her cocktail glass with both hands, a slight frown creasing her brow. That sounds as though Abigail intends to make a name for herself. Which could be a good or bad thing, depending on whether she follows the same path as the rest of her family. But Sylvia has a responsibility towards all witches, and she takes that seriously. Perhaps Abigail has come to seek her guidance.

Her tone softens. "What can I do for you, Abigail?"