Tetanus Central [Fitz]

She tensed slightly as he came closer, reflex more than anything. "A lord?" She queried. Quite a title, she thought, the weight of which piqued her curiousity.

"I'm Abby." She said simply, a blunt avoidance of the other question. It wasn't that she didn't want to divulge too much information (though that was certainly part of it), she just didn't know the answer. Maybe she enjoyed the isolation, the lack of noise? But still, she felt familiar sadness tug at her chest from being away from the familiar.

She stood to her feet, the tank groaning in complain at the shifting of weight. She jumped down so that she perched on top of the track of the tank, of which was rusted stiff. She wanted to be able to converse without yelling, but didn't want to let go of her height advantage too much.