"Yeah, I get you," Audrey said, shoving her hands in the pockets of her hoodie as she stood there, rocking back and forth from her heels to her toes. "Buzzy, yeah? Like everything is kind of notched up a bit and your nerves don't really know what to do with all that extra stimulation." Though she was high-strung anyhow. Her nerves were always on fire. This wasn't that much different than any other day for her except that everyone else was humping like rabbits and she could get away with letting that side of herself run wild too.
She did notice that Abigail seemed a little nervous, though, and she didn't know if it was all the extra energy in the hotel or if there was something else. Of course, she wasn't going to think that it was her at first, because her mind just did not go there very often. She knew she had a sort of appeal if people liked punk girls, or goth girls who didn't try very hard. She had a kind of grungey edge that appealed to some. But most of them were kinda grungey too and she didn't think that someone as put-together as Abigail always seemed to be would respond to that in the same way.
All the same, no reason not to flirt a bit. "You get anything fun in your basket, at least?" she asked. "I have to say, personally, the depths of my soul the hotel revealed to me through sex toys was unexpected and kind of hilarious."