Abigail had been patched up fairly quickly, starting to experience the perks of not only being human but being the owner of a mutant not in the blue block. None of her bones had broken, which she guessed was a good thing. She didn’t know if she owned any shoes that weren’t heels, and she didn’t want to topple over with an ankle cast on one foot and a pump on the other. They did wrap up her wrist, though, claiming that it was more preventative than anything. She had a few stitches on the other arm and a few bandages and bruises dotting her arms and legs. Whatever scrapes she had on her face she managed to cover up with makeup, so she assumed none of them were very serious. Some of the healers had even managed to take away her pain. All in all, she looked like she could have faired worse.
She had spent the last few nights in the hotel, not wanting to stay in the medical bay at all, but still not wanting leave the island until she absolutely had to. Her flight was in a few hours, and to kill some time and null the pain that had started to come back, she stopped off at the bar for a drink. It was fairly crowded, this weekend being one of the more exciting ones, she figured, but she found a seat at the bar.
As she slipped between the stools, she bumped the arm of the man on her left, feeling something cold brush up against her skin. “Oh, excuse me,” she apologized, instinctively putting her hand on his arm, but pulling back when she realized what it was made of. She tried to be polite, offering an apologetic smile before turning to the bar, placing her purse down and sitting.
She knew that her fighter had picked up a job here, but when she glanced down the bar, she couldn’t spot him. Deciding that he probably wasn’t working that night, she made a mental note to figure out his schedule on the weekends. She wanted to keep an eye on him in the beginning, make sure he didn’t cause any trouble, but she didn’t necessarily want to sit up at the bar and hold his hand through it. Glancing to catch the bartender’s eye, she ordered quickly, “A cosmo, please.”