<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>Heading back to Redemption<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Abby watched the changing expressions on River's face with a clear amount of confusion on her own. She hadn't said anything that wasn't a simple fact and yet he seemed disgusted and, was that really shame she saw on his face? What could he have to feel ashamed for? It wasn't as if he was one of the men she'd mentioned and he certainly been nothing but cordial to her himself. The fact that anyone would feel ashamed for the way the men she'd grown up with acted clearly just made no sense to the young woman. She simply couldn't fathom any<em>male</em>having that kind of capacity for empathy.<br/><br/>"Don't let it disturb you<em>that</em>much," she said reaching out and placing a hand lightly on his arm. "If I'd wanted to shock or horrify you, I'd tell you stories about what actually happens<em>inside</em>the Brothel!"<br/><br/>The look on her face made it clear she was teasing him with no idea just how awful her words might sound to someone else. As badly as he'd taken her initial comment, it still didn't occur to her that this further commentary on the abuses the women of Homestead faced, and that most had simply come to consider normal, might make him even more disgusted.<br/><br/>Giving a small shrug she left him to be yelled at by Rae and jogged ahead just slightly. She wanted to get a closer look at the Helka and their cats without getting too close and become a bother. She found both the women and the cats to be amazing. Strong and bonded to each other, the women weren't the sort that anyone would ever actually think could be enslaved. An enemy would kill them, or die trying, but surely wouldn't expect them to roll over like dogs for any abuse dished out on them.<br/><br/>She'd idealized them every since she was old enough to realize the men of Homestead were frightened of them. Anything human (or mostly so) that scared the men she grew up with, she had considered a good thing since she was barely more than a toddler. Now she got the chance to study them and, she hoped, she would also get to study<em>with</em>them as well as the Rangers in Redemption.<br/><br/>The trip back went far more quickly then she would have anticipated and when they reached the gates once more she looked around and bit her lower lip, worrying it slightly before simply looking to River and asking, "So, ummmm, where do I actually go now? I sort of took off with you before I found out, and all my stuff is likely being housed wherever my father is staying and there's not enough soap, or electronics, left in the world to get me anywhere near the Homestead contingent."