Listening to Rose describe how most of the people from her world were wonderful, Abby just shifted her position to try to get even slightly comfortable, but she had yet to stop feeling everything so the pain was still horrid. Still enough to distract her for periods of time as she tried to mask it. It wasn't like she could go curl up in the corner as she was apt to do when alone and dealing with body memories triggering mental memories that were all triggered from being in an intensified version of her childhood.
"Lovely."
Because that was just great. A place about second chances where people wasted them. Typical. Bt then again, crazed people who were mentally messed up, maybe it was impossible. Abby didn't know and honestly at that point, she didn't care. All she knew was that she'd been stuck in the warehouse for days, her mind was messing with her because of the situation and knowing the mental process of the person might help but also might now. She was still convinced them being alive was a sign of something, but she wasn't given much to theorize with and she was getting tired and it was getting harder to stay conscious.
"Oh I don't know, I thought I saw a telly over in that corner..."
It was a weak attempt at a joke, but given Abby's present condition might not be as effective as she was hoping. Hmm. Should have thought that one through a bit more. No matter.
"Right. We'll find a way out. Plenty of options. We just.. need to figure them out."
Really, passing out sounded grand at the moment. And it wasn't like either blond was in the place to try to figure out how they were going to get out. It would be nice, but unlikely. Better to try and have a semblance of coherency before trying to figure that out. Less chances for screw ups. Or something.