“Jester-“ she started as a habit when people talked about movies. “No... he’s not here any longer. He used to get movies and stuff.” He’d been locked away since he was younger too, but she had a feeling the children’s facility was better than the hospital. But at least they had a semi-shared experience. “My mother had me arrested and committed when I was 18.” She shared. “This place is much nicer- except when Luc- Handler Frost makes me train with knives.”
She looked at the fries and folded up the foil on the remaining bit of her burrito, having eaten about a third of it. “Okay.” Abby smiled ever so slightly. She had a feeling he wouldn’t stop offering until they were gone- though if she waited another minute or so they would probably be gone. She grabbed a fry off the plate and munched it. He was persistent, she’s give him that. “So, you knew you had powers when you were 17?”