Abigail nods, screwing her eyes tight shut as she steadies her breathing. She's not really sure where to start, though she supposes that showing is far more powerful than telling. Slowly she raises a hand to the scarf she's kept tied around her neck even while sleeping, untying it with long, nimble fingers and revealing the long, deep scar that goes across her neck underneath.

"That's where my dad tried to kill me."