Since she felt so unlike herself the other day, she hadn't gotten a chance to really look around the house. Most likely it wouldn't fit her personal taste only because her tastes didn't run with the crowd. However, none of it would really bother her. Hopefully, we're not staying that long.
"It's fine," she said, accepting the coffee that was held out for her. Abby wasn't a coffee drinker; not like Gibbs and McGee. Still, it worked when she absolutely had to have something. "We could save some money and buy some things second hand. I know my way around a microwave."
Jail didn't bother her; she slept in autopsy a few times. "Yeah. Just horrible caffeine withdrawal. I was beginning to wonder if my head would ever stop pounding."