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Abigail stayed her feet as she was addressed, at first complete intent on following the others. She tilted her head at the commander and nodded in understanding as she processed the question. "I spoke with him shortly last night, yes. He is having a tough time with the stress of his friend's betrayal. He is genuinely taken aback, shows some signs of extreme stress at his current task...But I soothed his mind, he should be thinking clearly today. He doesn't seem to be a risk." The information rolled off her tongue in the same clinical manner as the scientists used around her. She was what she was comfortable with.

"As for myself..." Abigail crossed her arms and took on a pensive look, frowning slightly. "I think it's an unfortunate loss for our side, if Atian truly turned against us for such selfish motives. I must admit, I feel I must shoulder some blame for not realizing how easily moved his alliance would be. However, I won't allow it to affect my performance. I will continue to heal anyone and everyone I can. Even if that is the Subject we search for, should we be able to merely wound him enough to capture."