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In an attempt to be more social given her past few months of self imposed isolation, Abbi had decided the Moon Lounge was a great idea after a long day at the Infirmary. Though she quickly came to regret that decision not only because she was crazy bored just sitting around reading over a manual on infectious battlefield diseases but because most everyone kept to themselves thus ensuring her attempt at being friendly were for naught, it was at the very least a good attempt at effort.
Feeling herself satisfied in that department the teen gathered her things in her bunny eared backpack and made for the hallway and to her dorm room.

A body blocked her path and Abbi's initial reaction was to insinuate she wasn't short, but when she only saw a chest that stretched up higher than most she clipped that sentence.
"I'm guessing for you everyone's a shortie." She said to the chest before the teen heaved a sigh and took a step back, the better to peer up and see who was addressing her.
"...You're not a Moon, and I don't know you. Well, you don't look familiar at least. Whatcha want Mr. Tall, Demanding, and Glasses?" Thoroughly pleased with her clever nickname she allowed an impish smile to peek out, though she was trying to look somewhat professional just in case this was someone important.

A flat, rather tired of being called a kid look preceded her reply.
"Since The Island is in a mysterious location, and the fact that I'm supposed to be dead as far as the real world is considered, no. My parents don't know I'm here." If it had been possible for Abbi to raise one eyebrow she would have, but she had yet to master that particular ability so instead she just kind of rose both eyebrows at him.
An indignant squeak came next, along with a fierce round of batting at his hand as Abbi backed up. The heel of one palm pressed against a freckled, and now red, cheek so that she looked flushed and pouty as she frowned at him.

"Cheese and crackers, Towers? You're joking, tell me you're joking. Descriptive last names are kinda... Actually, they're kinda otome..." A second longer she pouted at him before she sighed and stuck out a hand at him in indication of a shake.
"Abbi Killian, Moon as you know, Intermediate. What do you... Want help with?"
A beat passed before she smirked at him.
"You need help changing a lightbulb, or somethin'?" Oh! Zinger! Score one for Abbi.

"I don't really think anyone is considered 'grown up' because they've outsmarted their parents, but hey if that's your requirement then I'm a full grown woman." Abbi was trying really, really hard to be the SassMaster 5000. And to work on her bite, of which she was trying to push by crossing her arms under her chest in hopes of looking both adult and in command.
She rolled her eyes at him, ignoring being called cute in favor of focusing on being called 'small' and a 'kid' once more.
"What's the weather like up there?" She shot back with childish delight and as much of a smirk as she could muster that was trying desperately to turn into a laugh. Man, if she could run smartypants circles around this guy he might not be so bad. Maybe attractive if it weren't for the orange mop on his head, but Abbi would forgive him that, if only because of the glasses.

Now she really did laugh, not sure if he was joking with her some more or not.
Regardless, she stuck a finger into the air to correct him.
"Nope, more like a magic-electricity combo. No outside technology works on Island, say goodbye to your iPhone, and you have to have everything Runic'd. Which is kind of like some non-spooky magic circle transmutation thingy, I-D-K how it works exactly. But even basic trainees know that soooo--" Abbi went all over devilish as she she grinned up at Cameron.
"You must be new." Score two, and hello getting to lord it over him.

Kid sass?! She was not kid sass! Abbi was, if anything, a bucket full of adorable legal young woman sass! Not that that was quite as easy to say as kid sass, and she definitely wasn't going to say all that since it would surely only further his point.
The narrow of the taller man's eyes only made Abbi pout harder, shifting her hands to pop against her hips.
"Not too bad. Thought I saw the sun, but its a little dim." OH SNAP! If it would not have been totally lame to self congratulate on that sick burn, Abbi totally would have. But no! She was being adult!
Adult-ish...

"Did you just question me on it?" Most people ignored her erratic speech patterns, but that was only a minor concern. Quickly loosing her footing in regards to being a fount of Deus information, Abbi hedged with a few "well I mean" and "No that's not"'s when Cameron questioned her know how.
Clearly a little flustered, the teen rose her hands up to wave back and forth in hopes of halting him before he said something truly damning.
"Of course I don't know the full know how! Its complex sciency things! Its all... Magic rune based! I don't run that stuff, its not my specialization!" Battling wits was fine, but having her intellect questioned was not fair!

The teen huffed and puffed, back to pouting.
"I've been on the Island for over a year! I know lots of stuff! Just not all the science stuff... I'm a Moon. Obvi!" A freckled hand gestured to the Moon Lounge and her frilled coat, of which Abbi turned her back on the man to show. Not only did it sport the Intermediate squares along the cuffs and trim, but her Moon design on the back had sprouted a pair of closed wings.
"I'm an Intermediate, thank you very much!" Wow, she was not doing well in the friendly introductions department. "What about you? I bet you've only been here for... Two weeks!"