[Abbie'd be a little flustered if she knew that, admittedly. Oh, she's a big girl, willing and able to brave any oncoming storm on her own. Has been doing so since childhood, fighting for her own survival... and yes, sometimes at he expense of others. But to have someone watching her back is still a novelty. Crane's not the first, but he's arguably quickly become the most important, and Abbie secretly dreads the day when that's not something she can have anymore, selfishly perhaps. Grating as he can be, Crane's also a dear friend, family by choice, and one of the few she feels comfortable trusting with her own well-being.
Strange, how that happened. She's growing soft, clearly, and refuses to admit to anyone that it might not be a bad thing, either.]
What, you mean prostitutes?
[Oh, is she qualified to talk to them? Awesome. Also trust Abbie to be tactlessly blunt. It's part of the charm, hard as that may be for Crane to believe.]
((ooc: Oh thank you, so much! I still feel very insecure with her voice, but I'm glad I seem to be doing her some semblance of justice.))
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Strange, how that happened. She's growing soft, clearly, and refuses to admit to anyone that it might not be a bad thing, either.]
What, you mean prostitutes?
[Oh, is she qualified to talk to them? Awesome. Also trust Abbie to be tactlessly blunt. It's part of the charm, hard as that may be for Crane to believe.]
((ooc: Oh thank you, so much! I still feel very insecure with her voice, but I'm glad I seem to be doing her some semblance of justice.))