"Friends?" Abigail repeated as a question, emphasising the s at the end. "It might be easier to stay in my room. I'm sure your friends really are nice, but if everyone is tethered to someone, it could get crowded quickly. I only have one roommate." That would be two to a bed. A little awkward, but manageable. "Still, if the hotel tries to send everyone back to their rooms while they're stuck together, are people gonna start crashing into walls? This could get bad." It was easy to be a pessimist.
"I like that idea." Abigail paused and asked - "There was a lot of manipulation where you're from too?" It was an easy guess. His life might not have had a Hannibal, but people were always trying to use others or guide their thinking in some way.
"Does the meditation help you look at bad memories differently? Or help you not think about them?" Abigail associated nightmares with bad memories. Hers had only started when her father became the shrike. "You should try cinnamon rolls with bacon in them." She suggested. She was used to meat in almost every dish. She nodded. "I'll try not to disturb your sleep too. I don't usually wake up screaming, or anything. I just sit up in bed."