Abigale looked at herself for a moment when it was said that she was 'so formally dressed'. Honestly, she didn't think she was all that overly dressed. Abigale was used to dressing like this on a daily basis. Formal wear for her was a much more puffy skirt, makeup, and her hair all pulled up. If anything, she felt under dressed for a dinner gathering with new people, "Sorry if I seem over dressed to you. I'm not used to wearing anything else," which wasn't the whole truth. On her nightly excursions she tended to wear mens clothing. That way if she was seen she would at least have the cover of appearing as an effeminate male burgler.<br/><br/>"Sherry is fine," the girl wasn't much of a drinker, "Unlike you two, possibly, I'm not here by choice. My skin is my own to cover, as is yours," she had no intentions of doining more than her end of the bargain and saving her co-workers was not in that. Working with others in the first place was not something she was interested in, "Though if by some chance it happens, I won't complain," Abigale sought to make her place as clear as possible.