It took Gretchen a long moment to be able to focus on Delaney's words, but with monumental effort, she managed to pull herself back. "Abortion is really the only option, 'sfar as I'm concerned." she responded, clutching and unclutching the bag containing her and Trevor's lunch.
"Since you seem to have made up your mind to actually have the sprog, you've either got to raise it yourself or with someone." She sucked in a breath, wondering how quickly she could get away and back to the office. "Tell the father, he was fucking stupid enough to not use protection, so he's got to deal with it now."
She hesitated for a moment, then barrelled on, unable to stop herself from asking: "Scabior... are you sure?"