[Good idea, since Abby tends to ramble at the speed of light, which makes her sound borderline Merida-like. Which is insane given she's not that type of "-ish".
Abby thinks she's imagined the response, but when she sees the outstretched hand she inadvertently lets out something that's half-squeak, half-sigh-of-relief.]
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Abby thinks she's imagined the response, but when she sees the outstretched hand she inadvertently lets out something that's half-squeak, half-sigh-of-relief.]
Very nice to meet you, Santana.
[She shakes it, smiling brightly now.]
M'name is Abby.