<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abigail "Abby" Holden<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Human/Slayer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>River<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Hey...you're from Homestead right? That's shiny. I didn't think they ever let their women out. So are you like...super techno-smart the way other Homesteaders are?"</em><br/><br/>For the second time in less than an hour a stranger startled her and while she'd been able to hold back with Rae, mostly because she was another woman, with River, she didn't so much hear what he asked at first so much as simply recognized that he was male. That fact alone sent a surge of fear rushing through her blood and without thought she rolled from her chair and dropped into a low crouch, clearly ready to fight,  and with a  snarl marring her features for a moment until she realized he might be male, but he<em>wasn't</em>one of her Father's men.<br/><br/>Suddenly feeling the fool, her face turned a bright shade of red and she straightened, glanced around and hoped not too many had noticed the fool she had just made of herself!<br/><br/>"Sorry, you startled me. I'm not used to strangers just walking up to me, hell there are no strangers in Homestead. I'll have to learn not to react quite so much when someone is just talking to me," she admitted, her cheeks taking on a darker shade of red. Um, and to answer your question, if it has an engine I can fix or maintain it. I don't design them mind, but if you've go the necessary parts, I keep just about anything that doesn't need a computer chip running. If it needs a chip, I'm not of much use."<br/><br/>Talking about her mechanical skills was an easy change of subject. Engines, repairs, these things she knew well and there was nothing in them to make her blush...or to make her feel like fighting again. She was really going to have to figure out what the hell was going on with these sudden urges. She suspected they had to do with the dreams. Perhaps once she was settled (if they let her stay, if they didn't it wouldn't matter anyway) she could see if someone could help her figure them out.<br/><br/>"I'm Abigail, Abby. Did you, or a friend, need a motor worked on? I'm surprised you don't have your own people for it but if somethings broken down I'd be happy to take a look at it for you," she offered amicably, still trying to apologize for the way she'd behaved when he'd approached her.