"Well, nightmares for me." Abby clarified. "There's a lot of pain and death. But I'm sure some of the stuff you guys see in the field is worse." She wasn't quite sure exactly what it was like to be in the field, but she imagined it very violent and scary. "But some of it hasn't happened yet, so that's why I turn them in. If they can be used to save someone? Maybe I can sleep better at least trying to help." Abby blushed slightly at the MacGyver comment. "The hosp- before I came here I had a time without my journal or pencils. But I did have a tooth brush and started to carve in the walls with the handle. The first time it didn't really do well, it was there but faint so I broke the handle and it had a point, the next time it worked better and after a week the whole wall was covered. They weren't happy."
Abby rubbed her arm again and tilted her head slightly. "I've seen you around but never actually met before now- sorry it was a bad first impression... I'm Abby."