Rhiannon nodded. “I am, indeed. Both Rhiannon and looking for Cian. He wasn’t at his house so I thought I’d check down here.” The hunter slipped her thumbs into the hip pockets of her jeans. “It’s weird, I know we haven’t seen each other since the diner but it doesn't feel like it. Cian’s always talking about you and then there’s the whole texting thing,” she said, the last part more for Mikey than Abby. As she stood there, she found herself uncertain how much Cian had told them about her, which had her feeling at a disadvantage. She realized she didn’t know how much she wanted them to know; A lot of it was hard to explain. “Maybe he got called to fix something.”