After she knocked, Rachel waited patiently. With her arms dangling at either side, she at least didn’t look as unapproachable as she could sometimes come off. Making strides with agents was difficult under the best of circumstances, but with agents like Abby (and Sandy and various others), who had a totally legitimate reason to be wary of authority, it was a little more complicated.
Especially when some of the things she needed (like mental health treatment) weren’t always what she wanted.
Rachel smiled when Abby opened the door and walked in tentatively before she took a seat nearby to Abby’s bed. Close, but not too close. She was already invading the girl’s space by being in her private quarters.
Abby’s gaze flickered from the open journal to the Handler, Rachel noticing every single tick. Eventually, she nodded. “They did,” she replied. “Everyone will be informed on Sunday, though I suspect some people are already making guesses.”