"Fine." It's as petulant as she could possibly manage the response and she places the bottle back on the table with a soft clink.

Abigail is far easier to recognize than Kenzi is and she widens her eyes in a silent 'I know, I know'. She seems to think everyone is looking at her hair.

"Yeah, neither did I."

She flashes her wrist, showing the bracelet she's been 'gifted' by her kidnapper.