Well, it appeared that Frat Boy was finally getting with the program, and that was well and good, but Abra was still glaring at Squinty. "Fuck you back, you said you wanted to know what the fuck was going on. Getting kidnapped ranks pretty high on my list of what the fuck is going on. I realize where you're from they probably call that courting." Bitching at him wasn't helping any of their situations at all, and Abra realized that, but fuck if it didn't make her feel better. Slightly more in her own element, more in control. She needed that.
Abra breathed in as the others spoke, the information filtering in but not entirely clicking just yet. This was beyond weird. It was beyond anything any reasonable human could be expected to deal with in three seconds. She pulled her coat tighter around her and shook her arms, as if trying to shake her limbs fully awake. She was. "Let's keep going then," she said. "We need to get out of here."