Abby follows Selina inside, her gaze wandering around curiously as they walk. It's simple, but not any worse than the rooms and bunk beds at Camp Hammond. Besides that, she doesn't need much-- just a temporary place to stay for a while and sort herself out.

She sets down her helmet, along with what belongings she brought and the bag of clothes, before glancing around the studio once. At length, she replies, her face carefully controlled as if by habit. "It's enough."

Then, almost conversationally, she asks, "What was she like, the other me?"