"I guess." She shrugged, not having seen any good she'd done. Dr. Anderson had tried to convince her that if she'd been early others may have died too trying to help. Part of her wondered if showing him what she 'came to' with would help him understand. But at the same time she didn't want him to have to see the nightmares she drew.
"They're rebuilding the one floor... maybe you can put in a request." She arched a brow at him as she pulled the bag over to her and went fishing for a sandwich. She grabbed a bag of chips too. His laugh echoed in her ear a bit, it was a nice laugh, nice to hear. She blushed slightly, as if he knew she was admiring his laugh. Her fingers unwrapped the sandwich and she took a bite. She hadn't eaten because she had lost track of time, not because she wasn't hungry. The only time Abby had ever had a time where she didn't want to eat was when she was on a med that suppressed her appetite. But she was in the hospital at that time and so she sort of didn't have a choice but to eat.