Abigail may have looked like a drowned rat but that still didn't stop her from not wanting to look like a complete dork in front of him. Wrapping herself up in the tinfoil looking blanket, Abigail shrugged- trying not to freak out- as she looked at him.

"I may have." Nailed it. She was as cool as a cucumber. "I'm staying in the motel. My... dad lives here. I don't know where in a stupid boat probably or with his wife."