Abigail's laugh turned into a cough that had her almost bent double. Breathing in racking sobs, she smiled a strained smile before she looked up. Feeling his thumb wiped the mascara and eyeliner from beneath her eyes, she took his hand and let him help her up. Everything was stiff and crappy and cold. Her jacket was probably going to be ruined as well from the sea water. Assholes. "That'd be a t-trip. Home's in Washington, I'm s-staying in a motel though. The one on the outskirts."