"I don't know..." They were presents. If she didn't keep them then was she a bad person for 'throwing away' thoughtful gifts from her first real friend in years? They were also the only personal items she really owned outside her journals. Abby frowned and slid her fingers into her hair, holding her head with both hands. She sighed and lowered her hands, wrapping them back around her knees. "If you think it's best..." If Rachel though she should Abby would. Rachel was her handler after all, 'the boss'. She was also older and knew more than she did.