Crying did no good, Abby found. Mostly. Sometimes it got to be too much, but then she was alone. Right now? Right now she was just exhausted. There was no point in crying here. It wouldn't get her out. And it would prove her abusers had won against her and like hell would she give them that. Even if they were brainwashed and not thinking for themselves. It was a matter of pride. Though she did hear the door open and tensed. It hadn't been that long since the last round of torture and she hadn't done anything to warrant another round so why the hell were they coming back.
Oh. They were bringing someone else. Blond. Female. Like her. At least it wasn't Connor, at least he hadn't gotten himself caught in an attempt to find her. At least she wasn't alone anymore, there was that at least. Company might make this more bearable. Or hellish. It could go either way, really. Depended on how Rose handled the situation at hand. At least, she was pretty certain the other woman's name was Rose.
"Yeah... Rose, right?"
Might as well try to place things. And the fact that she knew who she was told Abby that she was displaced as well. Because she didn't recognize her from work. And she had an accent from the UK as well as opposed to the American ones she was mostly used to. Wincing as she pushed herself up, Abby went over to where Rose was collapsed, which was far more painful than it should have been.
"You okay? All things considered, I mean?"
If they were going to be stuck in here, might as well try to get along.