Abigail went along with the landing, the driving, the walking to the suite. Watching the environment around her, somewhat weary. She didn't really find comfort in new places, but then again, who did? The attendant left them to their devices, and Abby took the small break to shower. She pulled her toiletries from her luggage, along with her other bathroom supplies, and entered the bathroom. Super. Fancy Wow. It took Abby a moment to take the facilities in. The room was gorgeous to start with, everything superb in its design. But, she was taken aback at the size of the tub, or the elaborate shower. Was this normal? Maybe she had the mistaken idea that she'd be given a smaller accommodation?<br/><br/>Abby went with it, being extremely careful not to scuff or mark any part of the room. The OCD in her would keep her from allowing anything from happening to the rooms she was given, but it didn't mean she wouldn't be careful with them. She started the shower, amazing for a moment, before stripping out of her clothes and stepping in. She sighed happily. This was amazing. She took her normal 30 min shower, before stepping back out again, to wrap a towel around herself and in her hair. She primped up a touch with her makeup before putting on a nice clean pair of her jeans and a black t-shirt. She remained barefoot, and put her items away.<br/><br/>She towel dried her hair, bending at the waist to flip the auburn tresses over and pat the towel through them. She applied a fragrant leave in conditioner before patting it down once more and hanging the towel on the rack to dry. Once finished up she went to the living area to take a seat on a sofa, looking out a window, still quite amazed at the views. Abby checked her phone briefly, no messages or calls. Good. She'd had her mother watch the house for her while she was gone, and had left the key under the mat before leaving. She had left a note for her mom, hoping she would find it. It seemed she did, as there was no frantic messages about being locked out. Abby sighed, well enough then. She ran her fingers through her hair to help the curls to dry out as she waited for Mark, setting the phone to silent and tucking it away in her back pocket.