Abby was glowing up her teammates. She never did tell what she brings to the table as a trash girl:
She’s not afraid to take other people’s crap.
"We’re doing this, Lucas." She doesn’t button up her jumpsuit. Her abs attract, distract, intimidate, or maybe just weird out the suits so they don’t know how to play her.
"So I take it you’re here to reward Lucas? Y’know, ’cause he just saved a buncha customers’ lives from not one, but three chaos demons."
There is one other perk to having Abby on the team. She’s an avid photographer, quick to capture birds in flight. And ghosts too!
She dangles her camera before the suits. "I got plenty o’ proof for the Ethereal Squad’s self-promotion."
She points to Lucas and repeats, "Promotion.
"Won’t that make Bullseye look like a wonderful company when this whole thing blows up into a big news story, if you promote this man! Oh, yeah… these photos are going to journalists. Free publicity!—for us and for you."
She hopes one of her teammates will tell the suits about the bill.
