<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>The Al'Mar<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>River<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Relax Abs. You're a Slayer. I'm a Badass. We got this.</em><br/><br/>Abs? Had he really just called her that? Looking at him, a small scowl crossed her face only to quickly be washed away by a smile. He was trusting her. Why the hell he was doing it she had no idea, but he was. He might live to regret it, if they lived through this at all, but she'd take what she could get.  Since he wasn't worrying about being quiet so much, she didn't either, though she didn't go out of her way to make noise.  She followed close enough to keep him easily in reach if she needed his attention, but not so close that she would trip him up if he needed to react suddenly. How she knew the difference, she couldn't have said, it just seemed<em>right</em>.<br/><br/><em>The treasure should be nearby somewhere...</em><br/><br/>"Electronics. Radios will be in electronics and music should be nearby," Abby said, the thoughtful expression on her face making it clear that she was remembering something someone else had said. Looking around she spotted a Television and pointed, Should be that way. That's a television. They're useless now, but some of the older folks in Homestead said you used to be able to watch shows and movies on them. If we have space we might grab one or two, just for the extra wires and cables."