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Abigail slowly spun on the chair, looking at her shoes. "Pfft. Alien blood."Then again, it wouldn't be that strange." "Do we know what else these third-types can do?"

She kept spinning at a more consistent rate, kicking her feet against the floor to boost herself around.

"Mhm, flying. Ask blue-hair personally. Landlubbers like me don't bother with... uh, that."

Abigail smirked, stopping her spin as she threw a cocky glare at Tsubasa. "If you can't fly, I fear you can't be defended at the bi-annual Tsubasa council. It's in the name, afterall."

"Then again, if he could "fly fly", he wouldn't need to get on the top of a fence, right?"

"The Makuhari Messe..."

Abigail takes a look at the designs, her narrowed eyes slowly widening. "Wait. Hold on. These aren't bad." The pages and designs join into a blur, many of the details and intricacies of each dress evoking old feelings. Although less convoluted, it would've been a fit for the wardrobe of back then - specially the crop top.

Yet, sweaters and rugged jeans were her bread and butter now. "Could lay them over a contrasting color if it being revealing is..."

"Well, I'll be damned, this is..." Abigail then took a deep breath, trying to quench her own enthusiasm, aided by the mention of the reposts. Guarded, Abigail gave Hikari an approving nod. "They're pretty alright, I've got to say. You've got eye."

"I hope she hasn't seen the first videos. Or at least that she hasn't connected me to back then. One can only pray."
"Hah, as long as you don't start babbling on stage... shouldn't worry much."

Abigail tilts her head slightly, glancing around the room, seeing Hikari, Misaki and Seitaro before chuckling. Hikari was way too cheerful. Considering that just yesternight the newbies were exposed upfront with the Mirager work - straight from the hands of the Amanojaku - one couldn't help but feel envy for Hikari.

"You know how it is, Ember. A good party never introduces all their musicians at once."

She gave a quick glance towards Seitaro - sizing him up. Having heard of the nature of his Mirager, she could feel how her necklace nudged her towards him. She sighed, shaking her head as if attempting to shake the thought of challenging him right there - the mental image of conjuring her bow and recklessly swinging it without a care - away. "So, have we shown the ropes of the work to the newbies yet? I'll be damned if I miss this."

"I'll take that, Metal. I might as well get more coffee." Nodding, Abigail put her hands inside the sweater's sidepockets, walking towards Araki.

"Nice place y'all have here, though."

"Shizunde shimau yūh--ack!" Abigail froze in place in the middle of her spinning, startled by the voice calling to her.

"Ah, it's you, Metal." Abigail gave an absent glance towards her sweater before looking back towards Araki. It looked good enough.

"About my Mirage? What did I mi-" Abigail shook her head, taking a moment to clear her voice. "Tch. Well, I won't say no to you playing messenger about it. What's this..
 'important' thing?"

The coffee cup laid on the ground, alone and cold. The way to the top, born from a desire of pushing her limits, had taken away from her all the warmth. A conqueror's path would cost that and more.

The wind chilled her down to the bone, the fresh weather turning into cold shivers that ran through her sweater, and the sensation that drove her up there - control - seemed to be gone at the first show of consequences. She took a full breath, recovering from the climb, as she sat down on the ground.

At the very least, Abigail knew that the view from the top was one to "bask" at, albeit obstructed by one of the Fire Soul performer's display of balance. She reached for the cold cup, removing the lid and drinking from it.

"I should've grabbed something to eat." She muttered, staring at Tsubasa from the ground, her attention caught by the twirl of his weapon, Conquest's reflexes working overtime for her misfortune.

Abigail sighed, giving a short glance towards Siren before shaking her head. "New hire. Well, at least they know what they're getting into. And about taking leave... might as well take on that offer. After what just transpired, I'd appreciate some food myself, even."

She then turned towards Misaki, her introduction and the mention of Miyuki - her workmate - gaining her attention.

"You'll learn to tolerate Siren. It's one of the drawbacks of the job." Having made such comment, Abigail took a sip of her coffee, giving a long satisfied sigh after finishing its contents.