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Abby scrambled to follow the nice woman as she left the table. Her food forgotten for the time being. She didn't think she could eat much more right now anyway. Her tummy was queasy.

>>"Who do you want to talk to first? Sam's probably in his room, and Doc Prof is probably either in his room or in the lab."

The doctor or Sam... Abby thought hard for a moment, her face scrunching up in thought. Doc was nice and he didn't mind her coming by... but there was more chance of someone else being there. Sam was more likely to be alone. And he had been really good about helping her with her fighting before.

Nodding in certainty, she turned to look at Juliette. "Can we go see Sam first? Please?"

Abby preened a little at the hurt noise Sam made. Logically, she knew he was probably faking. She wasn't very good. But it still made her feel more confident. Not that confident. She learned that lesson with the dummies.

>>”Good kid, though when you strike keep coming or runaway and get some distance don’t just stand there.”

Keep moving. Abby added that to her budding plans. The next hit looked like it would go for her torso. She tried to do slide a little to dodge the punch while still moving forward for Sam's torso. He clipped her side. She spun a little, but she did get a small fist into just below his ribs.

Keep moving. She ducked and spun out from the invisible bubble she imagined as Sam's attack area.

>>”Move faster, I shouldn’t be hitting you.”

I'm new to this! she mind told her to scream at him. She clamped her lips shut and focused though. His next attack was aimed for her tummy. Abby knew she wouldn't be able to dodge that. Not after getting hit before. He was faster than her. Bigger too. Stronger.

Before Abby could really think through her idea, Sam's palm was too close. She wrapped her hands around his wrist and let him hold her weight as she kicked off the floor. No where in her lessons did this come up, but she was moving without true thought. Feet together, the tiny blonde aimed a double kick at whichever part of Sam her swing would take her too.

>>"Hey. Double A five!"

Abby gave Maya a weak high five in return. It didn't seem all that great, but at least she knew what size she needed now. And she didn't have to do it alone. The little blonde would admit to being worried about going into a store like this by herself.

"If you're in a double A, I don't think you've been measured in a while, mom."

The lady seemed a bit mean, but Abby really just ignored the tone. It was kind of interesting to learn about different types of bras. Push up didn't seem like something she'd like right now, being so small but maybe later. Taking Maya's hand again eased some of the nervousness she had. She wasn't positive, but she thought the older blonde was thinking about buying something either for herself, in a weird way, or for Isabel.

>>"I mean, I don't want anything lewd. Just. Special."

"Oh. Of course."

"Um... What exactly is a push up?" she asked. She was new to this! She was allowed to ask questions! Hopefully.

"Um... All of them?" Abby asked in response to the first question. She never really paid much attention to what classes were available. She just went to the ones that were on her schedule. "Well, no, not all. I have a free period every day now. I didn't last year. Hmm... I have math and history and English and science and art and gym and then the free period."

School wasn't something Abby spent a lot of time thinking about. She did work for her grades but after studying or doing homework, she typically went to do something else. Her studying of history this summer was mostly due to how poorly she had done in the class last time. The little blonde didn't want to get a failing grade. Not when she lived in the school. She was also pretty sure Cafas would be disappointed. And Serena. And Maya. Probably Sam too.

>>"So you're looking for ways to make money? What kinds of things would you consider doing?"

Abby hadn't actually thought about what she'd like to do to earn money. Thinking about it, helping on the grounds, while fun, would be something she'd have trouble with due to her size. She didn't know how the pool was kept clean, but she disliked the chemicals in the water enough that she probably wouldn't like to help put them in the water. What would a adult need help with? Sam probably needed help with all the paperwork she saw in his office. "I like spending time with Doc. And I'd like to help around the offices if I could," she decided. Doc could probably be considered one of her first friends here. And every time she went into an office, there was loads of papers every where. "Are there things like that I could do here?"

Standing on a stool just to be able to work on the counters and stove-top never made Abby happy. But she was short, still growing, and currently below average height. She would have to deal with a stool to be able to work in the kitchen. The thirteen year old was hopeful for a few more inches before she stopped growing. It would be nice.

The Mansion kitchen was... well a bit of a mess. But it was Saturday morning, early enough most students would still be sleeping. And adults who came by had coffee, bacon, eggs, oatmeal, and toast sitting on hotplates. Abby knew she would be taking over the kitchen and had planned for it. She couldn't really be yelled at if she had made food for people before starting her baking. At least, she hoped not.

There were fresh apples, cored and sliced sitting in a bowl away from the heat of the stove. Some dough for makes a crust nearby too. Her phone was sitting next to the stove with the recipe opened. Abbigail had finally figured out how useful her gifted phone could be. All sorts of recipes were available to her through the internet. She didn't even have to print them out anymore. At least, not until she knew if she liked the recipe.

The saucepan on the stove had two different types of sugar, butter, salt, cinnamon, and water heating inside it. She had to wait for it to boil before taking it off the heat, according to her recipe. Her oven was already preheating so that wasn't worrisome. Once the glaze was done, she would move on to setting the crust, apple slices, and crust top together. The inviting smell of her glaze was making her hungry, and so was having those apple slices sitting there, but she would wait until putting the pie in the oven before snacking on something. The scent should at least bring people into the kitchen to find food.

>>”Danger Room. Serena didn’t take you here yet?”

Abby followed Sam through the school. She knew where the Danger Room was and how to get there, but it was really just easier to follow. The little blonde tried to figure out what time it was. Would Cafas be in there? Or would he have already left for the Infirmary? Or had he even been there to begin with?

>>”It’s not too dangerous, I’ll put it on a low setting for you.”

Peeking around the room, Abby let her thoughts out. "I thought Cafas was here..." She moved slowly into the area. For some reason it felt weird walking into it with Sam. Or maybe it was because she put this time down as Cafas' training time. "Serena brought me here. We had training dummies that weren't really dumb."

Taking the last few steps, Abby put herself in front of older mutant and got into her own stance, though it was a little shaky. She hadn't actually fought against a real person yet. She waited for Sam to make a move.  She wasn't a big fan of fighting and she knew her style was more defensive than offensive.  Abbigail knew she was better at reacting than making initiating contact.  A majority of her friendships started out with the other person speaking to her first.

>>"Cafas is your dad?"

Abby shook her head. "No. Daddy died," she tried to explain. "Cafas acts like a daddy though, so I call him Papa."

It was still new to her. Having Cafas be okay with her calling him Papa. Uncle Henry knew though. She had made sure he did before she had ever called Cafas "Papa" even in her head. Uncle Henry had been sad but understanding too. He told the little blonde that so long as she didn't forget her Mommy and Daddy. Abby wasn't afraid of forgetting her parents. And Cafas and Maya didn't seem to be wanting to replace them either.

>>"Do you enjoy the lessons?"

Abby smiled and nodded, chewing her mouthful of food. "Are you living at the school?" There were plenty of adults at the school who just lived there. Most didn't even work at the school. But she hadn't met an X-Man that didn't live at the Mansion.