"Coolcoolcool," the word doesn't quite measure as a word said so quickly, no breaks between the concept. Her lackluster smile also doesn't sell 'cool' as what she is. Abby can fake being okay sometimes, but she doesn't have it in her while she's wallowing on a rooftop.

"Just letting myself be homesick." She scoffs a moment later, the word 'home' not feeling right. She didn't know what it meant anymore. She thought home was her world. But that felt wrong, she thought here was home. It felt wrong too, just in a different way. Maybe that's how home always feels. "This is the season my best friend loves, makes it hard not to think about her."

She takes another drag from her joint. "Abby. Youngest fuck-up in Cadens from another world."

She's real good at introductions.