I Am Prepared Now For Myself

Abby slowly let out the breath she'd been holding. Maybe she assumed too quickly, but at least the woman clarified before she had time to flig an accusation. Posture relaxing significantly, she tried to think of a good response as she settled down. "Do you want to know about sex?" She asked, completely out of empathy. Being turned down tended to hurt, especially if she wasn't aware of the reason. She thought of bringing up that Jupiter's swift exit had been a good choice, but looking down from the edge she could see the prisoner was humiliated and embarrassed already.

Her last question was more personal curiousity. Abby had never been in love. Sure, a few childhood crushes but she seemed to shake those off as fast as they developed. She wasn't particularly satisfied with the answer, but she wouldn't prod any further. She mentally scolded herself for bombarding the poor woman with impossibly difficult questions. Just because she appeared older didn't mean she knew more than her, or that she could articulate her knowledge any better.