Snippet #1839670

Abigail kept tabs on Devlin out of the corner of her eye. She could notice his gaze without really acknowledging it. She wondered if she'd touched too far into his emotions...Maybe she'd strengthened their bond without realizing...? Or...maybe. just maybe. Something had actually manifested through natural causes. Nothing connected to her powers or abilities, but just a pure, natural human relationship. Had she found one of those? A friend, truly, with no strings attached? Due to these thoughts, she didn't really pay any mind to the Captain or his response to her statements. It was also this that led her to respond first when Devlin began itching to leave.

"You're right...We've probably wasted some time. I doubt they rested as long as we have. We should move swiftly." Abigail quickly went to get her bag, moving after Devlin quickly. She didn't understand it herself...but she could feel something of a pull as well. Not to the rogue subject, but to their destination. She could feel the world itself breathing in...preparing for something, it felt like. And she could feel the source of this gasp, somewhere at the edges of her consciousness. Her inner being gave her as much need for hustling as did Devlin's insistence. They needed to find the defecting subjects as soon as possible.