<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, Rae, Tara<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"I'm not actually...entirely...completely...sure." He said a bit sheepishly. But he quickly followed with enthusiasm "But if you can figure out complicated engines and stuff you should be able to figure out whatever we find! So...Shiny! "</em><br/><br/>Abby looked at River like be just might have lost a bit of his mind, but his enthusiasm was infectious at the same time and she ended up smiling at him all the same, "Engines aren't all that hard, they're just big 3D jigsaw puzzles. When I was little my Father would deliberately take things about, throw the pieces in a box and tell me to put them back together. Kept me entertained for<em>hours</em>and gave me a useful skill-set to trade on. At least, I'm hoping your Enclave finds it useful," she added, almost wistfully.<br/><br/><em>"Well, if this goes well maybe they'll change their minds about you. Who doesn't like treasure? If you can't earn someone's respect, you can always buy it. "</em><br/><br/>The look that crossed Abby's face at his words was one of pure disbelief and borderline horror, "You don't know the men of Homestead. I'm female, all they see when they look at me is my age and how long it will be before my Father is forced to send me to the Brothel to be a whore for them. Hell, if my Father wasn't the best shot in Homestead, and known to sleep with his gun, I would probably not have been safe to travel here with them. The men of Homestead<em>don't</em>respect women. We're just something else there to be used."<br/><br/>Her last words came out as nearly a growl, but before she could really get going on her rant, the lovely redhead returned and told her the woman she'd been talking to wished to speak to her. Before following such instructions she smiled at the woman, her voice having calmed but still carrying an edge after her words to River, "Thank you for speaking to her for me. You didn't have to do that and I appreciate it. I don't have much that I could show my appreciation with, but I'm handy with a set of tools, if you need anything fixed, let me know."<br/><br/>To River she flashed a rueful grin, a small shrug and said, "Depending on how this conversation goes, I'd be happy to help you.<br/><br/>With that she turned and headed for the woman she'd been told to speak with. Halfway there she realized that Red (she still needed to ask that woman's name!) hadn't told her the name of the woman she had sent her to talk to either! Did people around here have a problem with sharing their names or something? As she thought on it, she realized that the young Ranger she'd been talking to hadn't told her<em>his</em>name either. Did they all just expect new people to call them, 'Hey you'?<br/><br/>Realizing her mind was rambling she approached Tara at last and bowed her head slightly in both respect, and because she was uncertain just what the correct protocol was when approaching a member of the Enclave. If she'd been a soldier, Abby, would have had a better idea how to approach her, but she was a Witch, and likely a damned powerful one to be on the Enclave, which was something unknown to Abby except through stories.<br/><br/>"Hello Ma'am," she said at last, her voice softer than when she'd been speaking with River and carrying a fine edge of nerves that she tried to keep from making her voice break. "My name's Abigail Holden and I've come to seek Sanctuary from Fort Homestead.I won't be a burden to your Holdout, I'm right handy with a wrench and can keep most anything that doesn't need a computer chip running sweet as sugar. I'm also willing to learn any other skills that might be needed to earn my keep and not be a burden...just please don't tell me I have to go back to the men I came in with," she said, her last words barely a whisper and her nerves gone, replaced entirely by fear at the idea of being sent back to the men of Homestead. By now they'd have realized she was gone, and once they realized she'd sought Sanctuary, if it was denied her, even her Father wouldn't be able to protect her from them. "I realize the trouble my asking this could cause, and if you don't want it, I understand that too. If the answer's 'No', all I ask is a head start on them, and that no one bar me at the gates. This isn't our territory, they won't follow me outside, I don't think. Either way, I won't be going back with them." she added, her voice firmer this time before she realized she'd let herself get past simply asking for what she needed and on into a ramble.<br/><br/>Feeling her cheeks flush red once more she let her gaze drop and gripped her hands in front of her, fingers twisting together while she waited for the woman to decide her fate. It would be a new home, or a short life outside the gate, either way, she wasn't going back.