Abby is pulling items of clothing out of the bag, looking at each article a bit skeptically before folding it and setting it aside. She lingers longest on the light blue shirt.

"When I was younger, I had moments where I thought I was being brave," she replies a bit dryly, pausing to smooth a stray strand of blond hair back from her back. "But most of the time, I was afraid."

She purses her lips briefly. "I'm not afraid anymore."