Abra had chosen her apartment because it was the place she felt safest on the station. There was no alcohol there. If she let herself take a drink, she might never stop. She had let herself imagine what was on Bill's mind and had gone to the darkest place.
Abra saw ghosts everywhere on the other side of the door. Most ghosts didn't hurt her in the way they hurt Dan. She saw their bodies brutally broken with terror permanently on their faces. Some of them were recent deaths, the children she hadn't been able to save from that clown. Others were older deaths before the door opened. Destroying things had helped to vent her own anger over their suffering, but there was still a worry - she couldn't help wondering if that was what Bill wanted to talk about. He might ask if she had seen Georgie's ghost and if he was still crying out in pain.
Abra felt Bill approaching and the door swung open as soon he knocked. She walked out from the living room. "Hey Bill. Come in." She studied him for a moment, trying to judge his mood. She valued him too much to try to pull it from his mind. "Do you want anything? Coffee? Tea?" A beverage was a hell of a lot easier to give him than answers.