Abigail didn't have to look to know her make-up was half way down her face, that the hair pins that usually kept her errant hair in place had been lost to the ocean and her dark clothing clung to her beneath his stupidly warm coat. She looked a state, wiping her eyes stubbornly and brushing her fingers against her neck she could almost feel something there. Almost but not quite.

"It's... everything. I could get another one but it wouldn't be the same. It has everything on it," Abigail murmured, rubbing her face against her damp knees. She can feel a pink flush come to her cheeks as she knows her blood does its best to warm her but she's cold. And he looked equally as cold. "Abigail, Abigail Flynn."