When he wasn't hitting on her, Abigale thought she could actually tolerate him. Though the moment she started to feel bad for him, he brought up another comment about her body and she found herself wanting to punch him again, "If you don't want the uniform, then you'll get to stay with what you have right now. Whoever that shirt belongs to won't be so nice about you going through their stuff next time. Things like that can get you killed around here," she might of been the daughter of thieves, but even thieves had some morals. Abigale tried to do things that went against her father as much as possible. Instead of being out jogging everyday and keeping herself in top physical condition, she preferred to try and relax and take it easy. Sadly, her genetics usually won and she would end up climbing the rock wall or doing laps around the camp with her siblings.<br/><br/>She laughed when he asked if her dad was home. For some reason she found the idea of her dad being home very funny, "Oh Gods, no. I don't think a God or Goddess other than Mr. D has set foot in Camp Half-Blood in nearly a century. Dad never visits us here. I think he goes to the Big House from time to time to make a few deliveries, but he'd never come down to the cabin..." she found herself angry at her father quite often for stuff like that, "But yeah...it says Hermes."<br/><br/>Vincent went on about 'fuck' his parents and she saw him getting ready to leave again, "Wait...come back here..." she jogged after him. If he was going to wander around, she might as well go with. The other new comers to cabin eleven seemed to be doing okay for the time being, so it was better that she help the one that was having trouble, "Listen. I know you're probably a little confused. I was too, at first. I didn't get dragged in here by a 'cop', but I didn't have the most pleasant of entries either. You know, I bet we have a lot in common. I bet teachers and adults have always complained about you being 'hyperactive' or that you have attention problems. I do too. I also bet you have trouble reading, cause I do too," she smiled as she jogged backwards in front of him, "We all do...well...almost...some of the others trained themselves to read modern languages, but a lot haven't. It's difficult to do."<br/><br/>"I don't want to tell you want to do, Vincent. No one here does. We just want to help you. We don't want to make a you better person or even help you fit in. We just want to help you understand who you are and help you protect yourself. This isn't a school or a normal camp. You can do almost anything you want. About the only things you can't do here is kill people, drink, or get stoned..." though kids sometimes found ways around the last two, "There's not really anywhere to go, though. We're in the middle of no where and there aren't any cars or phones...So, what do you say? Come back and talk to me or I can go back by myself and worry about you. We don't even have to go back to the cabin. We could go to the Mess Hall or the Stables, though those are pretty far away, or the lake. Just about anywhere, except the forest."