She glared at King over Booth's shoulder, a look that said I'm kicking your ass the first chance I get. When Booth looked back at her she pretended not to hear the comment King had made and shrugged. "He's lost his memory."
Abigail crouched down at the foot of the bed and reached under, dragging out her bow and quiver. Then she sat down on the corner of the bed, still slightly embarrassed but she didn't show it. She started testing out the draw on the bow.
"That was days ago, we need to find out what he's doing now." She wondered if he was still looking for her. "King, forgot to tell you he can shape shift to look like anyone."