[ Abigail sits at his request, but she doesn't make herself comfortable. Quite the opposite in fact, her hands are clasped in her lap, her back straight and stiff, and she's glancing around for anything that she could use as a weapon or a quick getaway if needed. ]
So you're not going to put me back in jail?
[ She doesn't really care for his posturing and excuses, but she needs to be clear about that, reading between the lines. ]
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So you're not going to put me back in jail?
[ She doesn't really care for his posturing and excuses, but she needs to be clear about that, reading between the lines. ]