Abigail laughed, the laughter turning into a deep, gutwrenching cough as she bent over to clear the water from her airways. She smiled at the comment though, reaching up to rub the mascara and eyeliner from beneath her eyes into darker, neater smudges.

"No, sorry. We can't, it's too perilous." Abigail said, shivering as she pulls herself up and shakes as she heads back towards her bag and takes it from a stranger who asked if she was okay. "You have a b-blanket?"

She pulled off her jacket, wincing at how tight it was and hard to pull off. It was probably going to be ruined which was the worst.