Abby tried to force a smile, but it just wasn't there as she met the woman. "Wish it were under better circumstances." What could be more embarrassing than meeting someone for the first time in this condition? She walked over to the couch and slumped down. As tired as she was, there was no chance of sleep tonight, at all. The haunted look in her eyes was still there, she tried like hell to forget, but everytime she closed her eyes it was Sommerfield she saw.
She couldn't be this way, weak. It wasn't her and Hannibal wouldn't know how to deal with it, hell she didn't know how to deal with it or be this way. Leaning forward she rest her elbows on her knees, gun in her hands. Her voice was low, dark. "We need to kill the fucker."
Abby felt fear creeping up over her like a black cloud. The only way to fight that was embrace it, let the darkness take over, at least until this was over and done with. "Don't either of you think for a single moment I'm going to sit inside this place afraid and on lockdown. I won't let him win."
By tomorrow, this whole place was going to have the best possible security they could get their hands on. "We need to get this place locked up tight. I'm gonna suggest no one leaving the firehouse alone. Just by being associated with me you're all targets."