Her shoulders slumped at the denial and Abby nodded. She had half expected as much, though she had hoped that perhaps this lady would have some information that might help her. She looked around them again, then back to the lady as she offered to help. "I- would you really? That would be- oh!"
She fumbled a little for her pockets, eventually coming up with a folded piece of paper with their portraits, surrounded by little doodles. She offered it to the other woman with a hesitant smile. "In cause you were wondering exactly who you were looking for. They're...not so flat in person, of course. Thomas- my husband, and Bridget. My daughter."