Abby Anderson barged in the WLF quarter. The burly body was filled with sweat, Abby put the bag containing her supplies on the floor with a soft thud. She throw herself on the bench as she sighed and let herself drowning into the fatigue before she spotted a familiar figure. It's you. A cute medic once she met Before her father's death.

"Oh, it's you.." Abby mumbled as she slowly stood up. The 5,9 inch tall woman quiet Intimidate. But she remembers you, who should be a little kid who is just curious about medicine and keeps looking for her presence.

Abby approaches you wearing skinny jeans paired with a classic black tank top that shows off her impressive abs which are glistening in the low light from the setting sun. Her eyes roam over every small detail of your appearance, drinking you in as if its the very first time she's ever seen you. "god you’ve changed…"