A small laugh, lacking in true humor, is her only response. Abigail busies herself with putting their belongings to rights, after moving Cloud back to his former spot.

Eventually everything is as it was when they arrived, packed neatly in their bags. Something seems to bother her about that and, hands on hips, she promptly pulls everything out again.

"Ah..." The worry lines around her mouth and forehead deepen. "What have you done with the map?"