Who: Abby & Rachel Where: Gym, second floor, on the mats When: Monday early afternoon What: Hand to hand training... or something like it
When the session appeared on her calendar Abby cried. She'd been dreading the day she'd have to go back to her 'regularly scheduled program'. Beyond food and those times she'd dropped off new drawings, she'd barely left her room. But she supposed she was lucky that she'd been given as long as she had. Having dressed in loose fitting clothing, Abby made her way to the gym and noticed Rachel was already there. Her fingers played over the strap of her messenger bag carrying a few journals and drawing supplies which she always had on her. Her hair was pinned back and her posture was withdrawn. Abigail was definitely out of her element and didn't appear comfortable.
She wasn't entirely sure what her new Handler had planned. She was sure Lucas had passed on information about the training they'd been doing. Abby had followed his instructions on how to use a knife and everything, but had never felt comfortable with it. She could do the moves he told her well enough, but when it came to practical use and improvisation she was lacking.
Abby approached Rachel and waved slightly. "Hi. Sorry I'm late." She wasn't actually, but seeing as the other woman was there before her she felt compelled to apologize.