Abigail smiled as she watched the interaction between Tody and Rob. His question made her smile fade, wondering how much detail she should give. "There was a battle with the man." She answered, deciding to skip over the mass losses that had lead to it. "A big one. He was killed and the island became dark, cold. It wasn't livable anymore." It was an unpleasant memory. She always thought people like Hannibal, or her father, were the biggest threat to her survival. Not being able to properly hunt or fish with the constant dark had been a sharp reminder of the other threats.
"When things got really bad, we all kind of fell asleep. Almost like being in a coma. And we woke up here. We didn't all wake up at once, some people were asleep for months. When I first saw you, I thought you might be in one those comas too."
She picked up his discomfort. "You're not a solider here. Not if you don't want to be. That's the cool thing. We can all be what we want. I'm still deciding if I'll go back to baking or try something new." She'd never be her father's daughter or Hannibal's 'teacup' again. She was her own person, making her own path. "It feels good to have choices."