[She'd laugh if she knew. Abigail does not think she comes off like a popular anything. There's a note of arrogance to her, always has been, and she plays it up when she thinks it would be beneficial to her. Now, though, she doesn't think it is, and so is being (nominally) friendly (sort of).]
[She does boggle a little at the question.]
No? I mean, it's everybody's table.
[With a wary sideways look, she slides into the seat across from Gwen and folds her hands.]
no subject
[She does boggle a little at the question.]
No? I mean, it's everybody's table.
[With a wary sideways look, she slides into the seat across from Gwen and folds her hands.]
You're Gwen. You're new.