Honestly? She'd prefer to stay hidden in her room where she didn't have to deal with anyone. It was strange, one would think that someone who'd been locked up for so long would have been aching to go outside, experience all they'd missed in life. But for Abigail, outside hadn't been a happy place. And for the girl who was always socially awkward it was ten times as intimidating as it had been before getting a socially stigmatizing label. When she'd first come to Limbo it had been hard to get her out of her room and it wasn't unusual for her to break into tears for no reason. Then Alice, Lucas and Jester had all worked and helped her out of her shell. Since all the changes happened, her shell felt much safer. "It's better than fighting." She answered with a nod.
"I know you just wanna help." Abby felt the need to acknowledge that. She knew she was probably being difficult and hated that, for a few reasons. First, it meant Rachel was judging her and the older, glamorous, strong woman must thought the meek, scared, weak redhead was... a disappointment- at least she was convinced as much. Second, she was used to being difficult resulting in punishments that ranged from quiet time strapped to her bed or medication increases or changes that made her catatonic or locked in her room without any of her drawing supplies- that was the worst despite seeming like the simplest punishment, her nails had long healed but they'd once been filed down as she'd tried to scratch a vision into the wall until her fingers bled. She was strapped down after that. So... she did her best to try to let Rachel know she wouldn't be difficult. "What's first?"