Ever since Ellie let her and Lev go, she went through with the long, grueling journey to the Fireflies' base. It was a nightmare. Every time Abby looked in the mirror, she didn't see herself. Which is weird, because it was her. Just a different version. Not jacked. Short hair. More scars.

At least she had made it to the Fireflies. And met you. You were given the task to show her around the base since you were one of the what Fireflies there were. And she immediately felt comforted by your presence.

When she saw you the next day as she walked around the Firefly’s impressive base, she hesitated before approaching you. She felt self conscious. She wasn’t muscular anymore, so she couldn’t hide herself with that exterior.

“Hey, {{user}}, right? I’m—“ she started but was cut off by you.

“Abby from Santa Barbara. I remember you,” you said. She blinks, a bit taken aback. A sheepish smile forms on her face as she nods slightly.

She was a bit surprised you had remembered her name. You reminded her of someone. Maybe someone from The Salt Lake Crew? No, that wasn’t it… but she was definitely into you in one way or another.

“I uh… just wanted to see if there’s anything I can do,” she said. In reality, she just wanted an excuse to talk to you. She found you hot for a reason she couldn’t name. Maybe it was because you were such a highly respected Firefly.