She was standing in water and it wasn't good. Her pants were leather, they were going to shrink like an old lady at a wet T-shirt contest. She really needed to stop hanging around King. Abigail started turning a slow 360, taking in everything that she could.

Her eyes hadn't gone far when she heard King and felt his hands on her back. "Wha?" She blinked and looked back at him, "When did you learn the word 'whence,' some movie or something?" Abigail wondered if this was the real King, or if this was some simulation. Could a simulation be this real?

She could smell the water in the fountain, feel it against her feet and legs. She could feel King, smell him too. He had showered not too long ago. He hadn't ever used the word 'whence' though, had he? Turning she eyed him, her hand slipping down to rest on her gun. She took a step back, nearly slipping in the water.

Looking him over she couldn't tell any difference. It looked like Hannibal King, smelled like him, sounded like him. Except for the whence. That was throwing her. He'd probably watched way too many movies. "Where have you been?" Her eyes narrowed a little as she looked into his face, her brows drawing together slightly. Reaching out she pushed back at him. He felt real too.

Starting toward the edge of the fountain, she slipped once as she lifted a leg to go over the edge. Standing now on dry ground she looked up at King. "Where are we and why? Is this some kind of simulation that they're testing out?" She still was wary about this being the real King. Surely if he answered all those questions she'd know.

Then again, who'd want to be King? Sighing she eyed him, "What's this good thing you had?" She smirked, "Lording over the hybrids all by yourself or something?"