<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>Outside the Al'Mart<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the boys rambled on about "hoarding", Abby just shook her head. Glancing to see Anyala's reaction she simply caught the other woman's gaze and rolled her eyes before stepping up behind River, leaning up on her toes and murmuring in his ear, "Horny. The word you wanted was Horny, and you needn't bother trying to be delicate around me. There's nothing you could say that the pigs who cal themselves men in Homestead haven't said, and then some. One of their favorite games is telling the girls too young to touch, in extreme detail, what they intend to do to them as soon as they're old enough to be bought and paid for," she added with a small shrug. Her tone wasn't bitter, she was simply imparting information so that he'd know her, delicate sensibilities, weren't so delicate.<br/><br/>Before she got the chance to say more, she heard Red screeching at River as she looked in the wagon. A small smirk curved her lips as the vampire chastised the young man. It was actually kind of cute. Still she couldn't just leave River out to dry, after all she'd agreed to come out on this fool's errand all on her own.<br/><br/>Digging into the bag she pulled out some of her own selections of classic rock, jazz, and classical composers like Bach and Beethoven, "Not just AC/DC. We got some stuff worth listening to as well," she added with a small grin curving her lips and then pointed at the hardware, "And plenty of hardware to play it on. I should be able to fix up most of these, and the rest are for parts."<br/><br/>