While Abby herself tended to live more in what she called organised chaos, she had to admire how precise and ordered Cass was in his baking. While Abby was capable of such order in her working life, that all tended to go out of the window when she was on her own time, so the fact that someone could bake without the kitchen being covered in flour and frosting was quite the achievement to her mind.
Grinning slightly at Henn's tone as she spoke about the former fourth resident, Abby took a bite out of the cookie she was holding as she listened to Henn and Soren speak. It seemed that whatever madness lay in this universe, those born here were no more immune to it than outsiders like her. Pausing long enough to swallow, she mused, "I wonder what the actual probability of getting vortexed or de-vortexed would be. Even assuming there's only this universe and the one I came from, we must be talking one in billions at least. More if we consider the probability of getting vortexed, de-vortexed, and then potentially re-vortexed without even remembering..."
Trailing off as she remembered she was actually around other people, she offered, "Please feel free to interrupt me at any point, by the way, because I could probably quite easily go on like this for hours." Turning to Soren, she continued, "Meeting your future self, though? That's got to be a fascinating experience. And presumably means that there are alternate time universes as well as places." Throughout her musings, Abby's tone had taken on an almost dreamy quality as she considered just how far-reaching this alternate universe theory could potentially be. It was all so fascinating and new, and she just hoped that the others would appreciate that she wasn't getting lost in her ramblings on purpose. Giving the others a slightly sheepish look, she commented, “But, you didn’t invite me here to listen to me ramble. So, is there anything else I should know? Or, you know, if you’d rather talk about something else, because this all probably isn’t as fascinating to you and I’d rather like to not have you sick of me when we’ve only just met.” She took another bite of her cookie, figuring that if she was eating then she wouldn’t be talking and the others would have a chance to get a word in edgeways.