[She glides as if on glass, turning on her heel to look over her shoulder at Touko. They were never close. Probably could have been, if things were difficult - if they had different kinds of individual neuroses that didn't cross purposes - if Abigail hadn't initially sighted Touko as the kind of prey that bites back - if Touko hadn't been gone for so long. But by now even Abigail's unlearning the fiction that what was is what will always have to be.]
[Slowly, she turns her entire body to face Touko, attentive if wary.]
spam
[Slowly, she turns her entire body to face Touko, attentive if wary.]
I'm listening.