Abbie couldn't disagree with the notion of giving up on caring what you could lose. What she feared losing the most wasn't here so she really didn't have anything to worry about. Even dying didn't hold the same consequences here. She found herself smiling along with Harley at the metaphor. Maybe this woman would do her some good.
"I need to learn how to swim first," Abbie chuckled. "But I'll work on making it my own." A small breeze blew her hair across her face as Abbie glanced around at their surroundings. The last thing she wanted was to get caught off guard on the open road.