Abby is actually on her way to the skating rink, all in black with her black cloak, her skates over one shoulder. She sees someone sitting next to a tree, making notes. He looks busy and she isn't sure if she should say anything or not.
Since the explosion, she's been trying to be more social, quite ashamed to discover how many people she didn't know Here - and how many of the dead she would never have to chance to get to know.
The snow crunches softly under her heavy, black boots as she approaches him.